Spider-Baek, Spider-Baek Does Whatever a Spider Can! (With Baekhyun)
genre: spider!au, spider-baek x reader, black cat cameo, oral (f receiving)
summary: baekhyun and y/n try to get used to baekhyun's new powers. just sucks that he'd be cancelling date nights to fight bad guys - and girl? who is that?
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“And then I can even,” Baekhyun backflips on the hardwood floors, making everything else in the room shake. “do this!”
You stare at him, confused by his... sudden change in… energy. He’s always been a hyperactive puppy. It feels like you missed an overnight update in his system that now allows backflips and super strength.
Baekhyun didn’t show up to school the other day so you came to visit him before classes today with a bunch of notes you prepared just for him. His aunt let you in with a sweet smile. She was also concerned about her teenage nephew who was cooped up in his room for an entire evening.
“I tried giving him food but he didn’t want it last night. Maybe you could convince him?” She had asked you for this small favour.
And now here you were, a bowl of dakjuk in hand, watching your boyfriend bicep curl his nightstand with ease.
“I... thought you were sick?” You place the bowl on his desk and check on his forehead. Not a fever.
“I feel great! And that’s not all!” He grins at you like he’s about to involve you in one of his silly shenanigans again.
“Whatever it is, I can’t watch anymore. I just came to drop off notes and help you eat.” You shake your head almost instantly when he gives you that playful and knowing look. The one that makes you cave instantly. You never really stand a chance when Baekhyun’s illuminating smile is convincing enough to weaken your own judgement and surrender yourself to him. He takes your hand and leads you out the window onto the fire escape.
“Baek...” You say suspiciously as he takes out a red and blue... mask (?) out of his pocket and puts it on. You are in complete disbelief that any of this is happening. Oh god, you have to break up with him. He’s officially gone insane. Your dad warned you about him. You should have listened.
“You have to hold tight okay? Don’t let go.” He grabs your hands and wraps them around his waist. You’re so confused and shocked that you don’t even have time to register that your boyfriend now has abs. “Ready?”
“Ready for what?! Baek, seriously! What’s happening-” The end of your sentence ends up sounding more like a pterodactyl screech when Baekhyun keeps into the air in what feels like milliseconds. You’re quick to squeeze his abdomen tightly as he told you to, and squeeze your eyes shut, hiding your face in his shoulder.
“Isn’t this so cool?” Baekhyun laughs euphorically. You feel the wind blow your hair away and it almost feels like you’re swinging in the air. You can’t really tell if he’s flying or jumping. You’re too scared to peek. But it kind of reminds you of the swings.
“Y/N?” Baekhyun finally calls out to you in concern when you don’t reply. Gratefully, the swinging stops. Your feet touches ground but you don’t let go – your entire body still shaking and clinging onto your boyfriend in fear.
“Y/N? You can open your eyes now.” His voice is a lot softer, calmer, like he’s talking to the stray cat that visits him frequently. He’s caressing your hair to soothe you. You open your eyes cautiously to find yourself on the rooftop of a very tall skycraper. There’s an abnormally long web wafting at the edge of the building. You’re gonna throw up.
“Baek...” You’re staring at him – thank god he took off that stupid mask – wary as if to say how did we even get here? You don’t know what it is, maybe it’s the rush of emotions from thinking he had gone crazy and was bringing you down with him or that your boyfriend can potentially fly (?), but tears immediately fall on your cheeks. You don’t care what it is. You just want to hug Baekhyun tightly, overwhelmed by everything. He wraps his arms around you even tighter if that’s even possible. You didn’t even get to ask the question when Baekhyun blurts out the story.
“I got home from the field trip and I just... passed out. Then I woke up in the middle of the night, and I felt a hundred times better. And I was so excited to show you. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He’s gentle with you, cupping your cheeks and wiping your tears with his thumb. He’s scared too. After the adrenaline rush has passed, you can see that he’s terrified of this new change.
“Um, so, the webs... they come out of...” You try your best to act normal, asking him a question you don’t even think he knows the answer to. You both know none of this is normal.
“My wrists.” He shows you his forearms and points out the tiniest hole. You can't even see it if you really tried to.
“Oh. Does it also come out of...?”
“Oh my god, I don’t even wanna find out.” He pulls you in for a hug, finding comfort in your scent.
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It’s been a couple years since Baekhyun got his powers. He became an overnight vigilante with his newfound strength, agility and not to mention webs. It took a while for the public to get used to him, but they eventually grew to love him as much as you did.
He had sewn his own costume, a red and blue thing to pay homage to the spider that bit him on that fated day. It was a skintight suit that you must admit looked amazing on him and if you were being honest, was your favorite to see in the bedroom.
Baekhyun had grown exceptionally built and muscular too. He had always struggled to get his weight up and keep the muscle growth. Naturally, you were happy for him, ecstatic even. That is until you started noticing the girls in your high school and then again in college flirt with him, very obviously you add, in front of your face. Baekhyun was oblivious, keeping friendly with whoever was nice to him.
You didn’t have to worry about Baekhyun when he was a little scrawny kid with fluffy bouncy hair. That damn spider ruined everything for you.
You had enough one day and decided to pick fights with him every single time it happened and he was too much of a nice guy to tell them to back off. Baekhyun would apologize profusely and you would forgive him almost instantly – maybe after eating the box a few times, but mostly instantly. And that brand new routine was fineeee.
What wasn’t fine was the feline in a black leather bodysuit pressed up against your boyfriend on tv. It was a photo you were sure he took himself.
“She touched me! I didn’t touch her back!” You shut your window in his face, but Baekhyun’s heightened senses are ahead of you, and he stops it from closing with his web. “Y/N...”
You make an effort to avoid his pouty stare. You were able to handle groupies, but villains with better bodies and, not to mention, a lot hotter than you, you absolutely cannot. She was sexier than you, probably had superpowers, and the public was going crazy over them. The girl had long luscious grey hair for goodness’ sake.
“Who took that picture of you two?” You cross your arms when he rests his hand at the nape of your neck to appease you. You try to stay strong and stand your ground. It takes everything in you not to lean into his touch. The disrespect was just too much this time.
“I did.” He admits, thumb gently drawing mindless circles on your jaw. “But you know I have timers. It wasn’t on purpose.”
“I also know that you can choose what you show Jameson.” You move your head so he has to let you go.
“This time, he took the whole memory card,” How fucking convenient. “and wanted the picture with Felicia. Said he’d pay triple for it.” He makes the mistake of mentioning her name. You glare at him and he gulps instantly.
“Felicia?” You scoff, smile creeping onto your face sinisterly. You were going to go apeshit on him. “You’re on a first name basis, huh? Get out of my room! Go hang out with Felicia.”
You push his chest, shoving him in the direction of the window he came from. “Go!” Baekhyun’s strong enough to stop you but he lets you release your anger a little longer.
“I said go! I’m over this. Spider-Man clearly has better things to do than be loyal to his girlfriend.” You run your mouth, poking at his chest as you scold him. When you’re done, you point out the window, jaw so tense in anger that you can feel your teeth grinding. Baekhyun doesn’t listen of course. Instead, he holds your hand and brings it to his lips.
“I only want you. No one else.” He murmurs against your skin, closing his eyes to really feel your softness. Your heart rushes out of your chest at the visual.
“You were so disrespectful.” You manage to say in a shaky breath. Baekhyun’s other hand finds its place on your cheek. He stares into your eyes sincerely.
“I promise I didn’t mean to. I pushed her off as soon as I could.” His smile is small and careful.
“You have your tingly thing... You knew she was going to touch you.” You’re still mad, but he’s good at calming you down.
“I didn’t feel it. I promise I didn’t.” Your interlocked hands fall to your side and he squeezes it three times. “I love you, Y/N. Believe me.”
“I don’t know how much longer I can take this.” You confess, fingers tapping on the back of his hand anxiously. Baekhyun frowns.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, how many other women in skin-tight bodysuits am I going to have to see you around? She is the first, but there’ll be more. I don’t think my heart can handle it.” You don’t mean to pout, but you do. For the first time, Baekhyun seems genuinely upset, maybe even annoyed with you for the insinuation.
“We’re not breaking up.” Baekhyun says matter of factly.
“Then what? I’m just supposed to let women touch you?” Your words point to wanting to break up. The way you’re stroking your thumb on the back of his hand says otherwise.
“No. You have to trust that I only want you to touch me.” He leans in to press his lips onto yours softly. His eyes glance up for a reaction. He rolls them when he sees you’re still visibly upset.
“Let’s just end it. I’m going crazy here.” Your voice wavers as you try to stand your ground.
“No. I’ll go even crazier without you.” Baekhyun is irritated that you’d even try to break up with him. You feel the way his fingers twitch in your hold. You don’t let go because how could you let go all the years with him so easily. You’re just so tired of the constant jealousy. You want a clear head.
“I’m serious.” You warn him.
“So am I.” He doesn’t care to listen to you, letting go of your hold so he can kiss you with both hands holding you in place. “What do you want me to do, hm?”
He’s pissed. You’ve never seen him this angry before. Granted, you’ve never threatened to break up with him before. You’ve expressed hurt and jealousy, but you have never wanted to end things with him.
“I’ll kick her ass next time. Is that what you want?” He backs you up so your back hits your door. He doesn’t stop kissing you, tousling his tongue with yours messily and a bit uncoordinated. He can’t think straight, not when you’re minutes away from slipping from his life. “Tell me. How can I assure you?”
He moves his lips to your neck, giving you a chance to talk to him and give him an idea on how to save this like he does everything else.
“I... I don’t know.” It’s hard for you to think straight for other reasons. It gets even harder for you to breathe the harder he sucks on your skin.
“You don’t know?” He glances at you in disbelief then chuckles in your neck that you’re pouting because he stopped. “How am I supposed to fix your problem, hm?”
“You can’t. That’s why we should break up.” You frown, and it has Baekhyun throwing his head back, borderline defeated by your stubborn head.
“That’s really not a possibility. Try again.” He practically growls at you, frustrated. His hands are under your ass and he has you up in the air in seconds, holding you up with ease. His grin widens when you shoot him a knowing look like really? Baekhyun is the only one you know who would negotiate a breakup. “Want me to avoid all the women villains? Let New York take care of it themselves?”
He’s teasing you at this point, not taking you seriously anymore. Of course you don’t want that. It would be unrealistic. You sigh and rest your arms on his shoulders to pull him closer. He fails to stifle a smile, knowing this means he’s getting somewhere with you.
“I want my boyfriend to stop letting women think he’s single and easy to get.”
“Then I’ll sew the word ‘taken’ on my suit.” He gives you a peck on the lips. “Would you like that?”
He chuckles when he sees you struggle to keep your lips from curving. You did like that. He knows exactly which silly antics make you smile.
“Then it’s settled.” His grin grows tenfold seeing your cheeks burn up at the thought. “I’ll have them sewn on as soon as I get home.”
You giggle, crashing your lips onto his - still smiling. “Thank you, Baek.”
You squeeze your arms around him even tighter than before.
“Do you maybe want to stay over? Sew it tomorrow?” You bat your eyes as if Baekhyun needed anymore convincing. He’s laughing and throwing you on your bed in seconds.
“Is that a yes?” You giggle when he pulls your legs so that your heat was right in his face. You were practically at the edge of the bed while he was on his knees, pulling your bottoms off and admiring the view that is you.
“The day I say no is the day I’ve been abducted by aliens and replaced with a clone.” He stares up at you with a smirk on his face before he’s hooking his arms around your thighs and burying his face between them.
“Oh fuuuuckk.” You curse, letting yourself fall back on your bed when Baekhyun goes straight into sucking your clit and lapping his tongue up and down your heat with so much pressure. You can feel his jaw working extra hard to eat your cunt like its dessert. When you think he’s giving it his all, he sinks two fingers into your warm cunt and pushes in and out of you inhumanely fast.
Your back is arching, you’re gripping onto the sheets, your screams are hard to keep in, he’s driving you insane. He shakes his head, letting his tongue flick your clit as you cum around his digits and prolonging your climax as long as he can.
Your eyes water at the overstimulation. You pull him up, taking him away from his favourite spot, and tug his shirt roughly so his lips crash onto yours and all you can see are fireworks when you shut your eyes.
“I really am sorry for today.” He kisses your forehead tenderly as he runs his fingers through your hair. “I love you so much. I would never do anything to deliberately hurt you.”
“I know. I’m sorry too. I should trust you. I love you too, Baekhyun.” You peck his lips a thousand times as you slide your hand down his pants and palming his hard member through the fabric. Baekhyun releases a smug huh.
“Sometimes I think you only want me for my superhuman di-”
You punch him in the arm and he feigns hurt, but you know for a fact that he barely felt it. His eyes search yours and you see it, how much love he has for you. He gazes into your eyes the same way he used to when you first started dating.
He sighs, smiling like a fool in love. “Who’s going to save me from you?”
chananyeol bong: need you to know i sing the title every single time 🎤🎼🎶 spiderbaek spiderbaek does whatever a spider can! 🎶🎵 see. its addicting. 🕷️🕸️ i hope you guys enjoyed reading even if there’s no actual storyline!! i just really wanted to imagine him as spiderman haha 🙈☺️ and this was reaaaaally fun to write hehhehe 🤓
summary the months apart you spent, it made you both completely desperate now that baekhyun is finally back home, you and baekhyun can't keep your hands to yourselves.
a/n thank youu for the request, i tried my best to be freak them out AHH
it had been two days since baekhyun returned from his world tour. he still hadn't been able to visit you, tied up with company schedules and meetings, but the moment he finally stepped into your apartment, everything else seemed to fade away.
you were sitting on the couch when his eyes found yours, a soft smile spread across his lips. without hesitation, he walked straight over and pulled you into a warm embrace. there it was—his familiar cologne, the one you could recognize anywhere.
you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your chin on his shoulder as you whispered into his ear, "i missed you so much." you left a few tiny kisses on his cheek. his smile only grew wider.
"i missed you way more," he laughed, tightening his arms around you as he gently ruffled your hair. he buried his face against the top of your head for a moment, quietly taking in the comforting scent he'd missed for weeks before pressing a couple of soft kisses to your hair.
you pulled back just enough to pout at him, "no, i missed you way more~" that was all it took to awaken your competitive boyfriend. "no, baby," he said with a dramatic sigh, placing a finger against your lips. "you missed me... but i missed you so much i almost died."
he wore such a serious expression that you nearly believed him. you rolled your eyes with a laugh."you're so dramatic." "but... i really did miss you," you admitted, your voice growing softer. "it was so lonely without you. the apartment was way too quiet... no singing, no screaming..."
baekhyun's expression melted. he gently cupped your cheeks before showering your face with quick, affectionate kisses until you couldn't stop smiling. "did you really miss me that much?" he asked, searching your face with a fond smile.
you nodded immediately, still pouting a little, "of course i did." his smirk returned in an instant as he leaned in forward, lips inches away from yours. "can you prove it?" something darker flickered behind his gaze. his fingers caught your chin. "can you really prove you missed me?"
you understood exactly what he wanted. your fingers slid between his, gripping the hand that held you. "i missed you so much that i've been thinking about you every night with my fingers buried in my pussy."
the filthy confession made his cock twitch hard against his pants. he exhaled, the warm breath ghosting across your lips. "and?"
"and I'm so fucking wet right now," you gripped his hair, to which he groaned, "i need you so bad..."
that broke whatever restraint he had left. baekhyun seized your jaw and crashed his mouth onto yours. tongues slid together, teeth clashing. you sucked on his invading tongue and earned a low moan from his throat.
he nipped your bottom lip, then you shoved at his chest, pushing him back onto the couch so you could straddle his lap. his hands immediately gripped your hips, kneading the flesh while you rolled your pelvis down against the hard bulge beneath you. your arms looped around his neck.
he attacked your throat, biting and sucking until your skin bloomed red. his hands roamed everywhere at once. you yanked his shirt off, palms gliding over his back, raising goosebumps. he stripped your shirt away and discovered you wore nothing underneath. his fingers found your stiff nipples and pinched. "you're such a tease, you know that?"
You grinned. "learned from the best." you pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. in one swift motion he flipped you onto your back. he hooked his fingers into your panties and dragged them down your legs. "you're so fucking wet...can't live without me?"
his words only made you drip more. he kissed a path down your breasts and stomach, teeth scraping, tongue tasting. your toes curled. when he finally reached your core he didn't give in right away. hot breath washed over your folds. he licked and kissed the sensitive skin of your inner thighs instead.
"hyun… please~" he smirked against your skin. "mmh?" (bro thinks he's kai) his chuckle vibrated through you.
finally he leaned in and dragged his tongue through your slick folds. You moaned in relief. he teased at first, light licks that made you whine, then he flattened his tongue and lapped at you with purpose. he sucked your swollen clit between his lips and your back arched hard off the couch. his hands gripped your thighs, holding you open while he devoured you.
your body arched sharply as his tongue dragged through your soaked folds, the wet heat of his mouth sending sparks straight to your core. he groaned against your pussy, the vibration making your thighs tremble around his head. his tongue flicked your swollen clit in quick, deliberate strokes before he sealed his lips around it and sucked hard, pulling a broken moan from your throat.
"huck—baek," you gasped, fingers twisting into his hair. your hips bucked up against his face, but his hands pinned your thighs open, keeping you spread for his tongue. he licked you with purpose, long, slow drags that collected every drop of your arousal before circling your entrance and pushing inside. your walls fluttered around the intrusion, needy and desperate.
he pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with your wetness. "you taste so fuckin' good," he murmured, then dove back in, tongue fucking into you while his nose brushed your clit.
every wet sound filled the room. his mouth working you over, your slick dripping down his chin. your toes curled hard against the couch cushions as he sucked your clit again, two fingers sliding into your pussy without warning.
the stretch made you cry out. he pumped them deep, curling against that spot that made your vision blur while his tongue never stopped. your thighs shook around his head, muscles tensing as the pleasure built fast and sharp. "don't stop—please," you begged, voice cracking. baekhyun moaned into your cunt like he was starving for it, fingers thrusting harder, faster, his free hand gripping your ass to hold you still.
your orgasm hit like a wave, crashing through you so suddenly your back bowed off the couch. your pussy clenched around his fingers, pulsing as you came hard, wetness flooding his tongue. he didn't pull away. he licked you through it, drinking every drop, tongue gentle now but still working your oversensitive clit until you were whimpering and pushing at his shoulders.
he finally lifted his head, lips and chin glistening, eyes dark with hunger. "i thought i was supposed to prove it to you?" you managed to say, though your voice came out weaker and breathier than you intended. your thighs trembled slightly as you pushed yourself up, the muscles still twitching from the aftershocks of his mouth.
you began to crawl up the length of his body, your knees pressing into the cushions on either side of his hips, dragging the heat of your wet center against the rough fabric of his shirt.
his cock strained against his pants, the outline unmistakable and rigid, trapped behind the zipper and button of his slacks. the heat radiating from him was palpable, a desperate throb that you could feel even through the layers of clothing. you paused your ascent, hovering right over the bulge, grinding down just enough to make him hiss.
"yeehaw~" you winked, letting the playful drawl hang in the air between you, he chuckled, the sound vibrating through your chest where it hovered near his. the corners of his eyes crinkled, forming into half-crescents.
you freed him from his slacks, tugging the fabric down just enough to let his cock spring free. it slapped heavily against his stomach, rock hard and flushed a deep, angry red. the vein along the underside pulsed visibly. he laid his head back against the hand rest of the couch, exposing the long line of his throat, his chest heaving slightly.
"aren't you the desperate one?" you smirked, looking down at him with a raised brow. your fingers danced lightly along his length, not gripping, just teasing the sensitive skin with the very tips of your nails.
"so come and ride me, please baby..." he said, his voice dripping with a mocking desperation that was clearly to provoke you. he bucked his hips slightly, trying to urge your hand into a firmer grip, but you pulled back just enough to keep the contact maddeningly light.
you scoffed, shaking your head at his impatience. your hand finally closed around him, wrapping your fingers tight around the thick girth of his cock. you didn't move immediately, just holding him there, feeling the frantic beat of his pulse against your skin.
then, you moved your hand up and down in a devastatingly slow pace. you dragged your palm from the base to the tip, twisting your wrist slightly at the head, before sliding back down just as slowly. it was a rhythm designed to tease without giving any relief.
he let out a moan, his voice cracking with genuine desperation. "faster..." he groaned, his head pressing harder into the hand rest, his eyes squeezing shut.
you stopped your hand at the top, right under the glans, and squeezed his tip hard, cutting off the building pleasure. "what? didn't hear you..." you leaned down, your breath ghosting over his ear, enjoying the way his entire body tensed beneath you.
he exhaled sharply, a long, ragged breath that signaled his defeat. he stopped trying to buck his hips, surrendering to your pace. your hand moved again, a bit faster this time, but still nowhere near enough to grant him the friction he needed to get off. it was a tease, a promise of what could be if he behaved.
"baby, please..." his words came out muffled, half-buried in the cushion as he turned his face away, his restraint fraying at the edges. seeing him unravel beneath you, the control shifting entirely into your hands, you decided to grant him what he needed—but on your terms.
you finally shifted under him, sliding your body down the couch until you were prone, your legs falling open to accommodate him. he moved instantly, covering your body with his own, the weight of him grounding and intoxicating.
he reached down, lining himself up, and entered you inch by inch. the stretch was intense, a slow burn that bordered on overwhelming. both of you let out a moan at the contact, a harmony of relief and need. your slickness made it easier to slide him in, your walls clamping around him, pulling him deeper. he didn't stop until he was fully seated, his hips flush against yours.
he anchored your waist with his hands, his grip bruisingly tight, holding you in place as if he never intended to let you go. the connection was absolute, the heat between you reaching a boiling point as the teasing finally gave way to the raw reality of him inside you.
the rhythm didn't wait for permission. he withdrew almost to the tip, the thick head of his cock catching on your rim, before slamming back into you with a force that drove the air from your lungs. the couch springs groaned in protest under the assault.
a metallic counterpoint to the wet, slapping sound of skin meeting skin. his hands, previously anchored at your waist, began to wander with possessive intent. palms traced the curve of your hips before sliding down to the backs of your thighs. he hooked his arms under your knees, pushing them up and back, folding you nearly in half.
the position left you completely exposed, your pussy spread open and helpless against the relentless battering of his hips. baekhyun drove deeper with this new angle, grinding against that sensitive spot inside you that made your toes curl. you gasped, your hands scrabbling for purchase on the cushions above your head as he set a punishing pace.
the scent of sex—musk, sweat, and the sharp tang of your own arousal filled the small space, thick enough to taste.
baekhyun leaned down, the heat of his chest radiating against yours, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. his breath was a scorching wave against your damp skin, raising goosebumps along your arms. "you feel that?" he rasped, his voice vibrating against your throat. "i'm gon' fuck you so hard, til you can't walk,"
he punctuated the promise with a sharp snap of his hips, drawing a ragged moan from your lips. his teeth grazed the sensitive pulse point below your ear, not quite biting, just threatening it. "you're going to take it, right?" you bobbed your head at his lewd words.
the pressure inside you built rapidly, a tightening coil of heat low in your belly. the friction of his shaft dragging against your inner walls was electric, sending jolts of pleasure shooting down your spine.
you could feel the orgasm coming, a wave just about to break. your breath hitched, your muscles tensed, and you tilted your hips to meet his thrusts, desperate for that final push over the edge.
"please," you whimpered, the word tearing itself from your throat. "i'm so close—"
he knew. he felt the way your walls fluttered and clenched around him, the sign of your release and just as you squirmed against him, he stopped.
he buried himself to the hilt and held still, his hips flush against yours, denying you the friction you needed to fall. the sudden stillness was torture. you whined, a high, frustrated sound, and bucked your hips trying to create the movement yourself, but his grip on your thighs was iron. he held you pinned, impaled on his cock but unable to move.
"you wanna come so bad?," he grinned, the smugness evident in the dark lilt of his voice. "beg for it properly,"
the denial hung heavy in the air, the pulsing need in your core refusing to subside. it throbbed around him, an ache that demanded satisfaction but his game had backfired. the frustration didn't break you; it sharpened you. the teasing, the control, it had all been a start to this. you weren't just going to beg; you were going to take.
you mustered every ounce of strength you had, you locked your gaze on his. the playfulness was gone, replaced by a fierce, hungry determination. you pushed against his chest, using the momentum to surprise him. he faltered, his balance shifting on the narrow couch. seizing the opening, you rolled your hips, using the weight of your body to flip him over.
baekhyun landed on his back with a grunt, and before he could recover, you straddled him. his cock, still hard and slick with your arousal, stood against his stomach. you didn't hesitate, you sank down on him in one smooth motion, taking him deep until your ass met his thighs.
the angle was different now—deeper, fuller. you braced your hands on his chest, your nails digging into the hard muscle there. "my turn," you breathed, a smirk playing on your lips as you began to move.
you started slow, a deliberate roll of your hips that ground your clit against his pelvic bone. you watched his face, saw his eyes widen and his jaw go slack as you took control of the rhythm. you teased him, rising up until just the head remained inside, pausing to let him feel the empty air, then slamming back down. you set the pace now, fast, hard, and merciless.
the power dynamic had shifted in an instant. he gripped your hips, his fingers digging in your skin, but he wasn't guiding you anymore; he was holding on for dear life. your thighs burning with the exertion, the slap of skin growing louder and wetter.
"fuck," he gritted out, his head falling back against the couch cushion. "you look so good like this.."
"you should've behaved properly" you shot back, clearing provoking him, riding him harder, the friction building that familiar coil again, but this time you took the lead. you could feel him swelling inside you, his thrusts becoming erratic as he lost his composure. his breathing turned ragged, his hands moving up to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing over your sensitive nipples.
the sight of him coming undone beneath you, the feeling of his thick cock stretching you, the friction against your clit; it was too much. the orgasm that had been denied crashed over you, violent and overwhelming. you threw your head back, a cry tearing from your throat as your pussy spasmed around him, rippling and clenching.
your climax triggered his. he groaned deep in his chest, a guttural sound of surrender. with one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself as deep as he could go.
his cock jerked inside you, pulsing violently as he came. you felt the hot rush of his seed filling you, coating your insides, marking you from the inside out. the heat was intense, a liquid flood that seemed to go on forever, prolonging your own aftershocks.
you collapsed against his chest, both of you trembling, the sweat cooling on your skin. the room was silent except for the sound of your heavy breathing, the frantic thud of hearts slowing down. you could feel the sticky wetness between your thighs, the physical evidence of his release leaking out around him.
he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight against his body, his face buried in your hair. the aggression was gone, replaced by satisfaction.
you lay there for a long time, tangled together on the couch, the connection between you both with a quiet, exhausted intimacy. you pressed a soft kiss to his neck, feeling the rapid pulse of his heartbeat against your lips, and closed your eyes, completely spent.
"is this enough proof?" you muttered against his ear, a small smile playing on your lips. he let out an exhausted exhale. "you sucked the soul outta me, baby."
omg i just finished watching obsession… and i was thinking if u could do reader mimicking nikki 😭😭 and baekhyun getting so damn scared.
baekhyun x gn!reader, established relationship., 500 words. sfw, humor, fluff(?). scaring the poor puppy lmao. very minor spoilers for obsession
a/n: i love this movie so much and i was trying to fit in a mention of it somehow in something i wrote and then this popped in my inbox! ty! you're a genius!
"That was crazy," you say, turning towards Baekhyun as the lights go up. "I was maybe expecting it to be a little scarier the way everyone was talking about it, but it was still really good."
Baekhyun's eyes are still locked straight ahead at the screen, hands gripping the armrests for dear life. "Yup," he says through gritted teeth. "Not scary. Not scary at all."
Although it takes a couple of minutes for him to unglue himself from the seat, he bounces back to his cheerful self in no time, driving back home with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on your thigh. In fact, any of the lingering scares from the movie are long gone by the time the two of you get ready for bed. You turn out the light of your bedroom and suddenly, a wicked idea starts to form in your head.
“Baby?” Baekhyun asks, sitting up in bed. “Is something wrong?”
You know that any residual light from outside your open bedroom is to your back, casting the front half of your body in complete shadow. “Go back to sleep,” you whisper, in your best impression of Nikki from the movie. “You’re so cute when you sleep.”
Baekhyun yelps. “Why?” he whines. “I was just starting to forget about it too.”
You don’t answer. You merely stand there, still and silent.
“Are you coming to bed?” he squeaks, voice trembling slightly.
“No,” you say slowly.
“Well, what are you—?”
“No, no, no, no, no, no!” Your voice rises in volume, repeating the iconic line.
“AH!” Baekhyun stands up abruptly and turns on the bedside lamp, bringing your face back into the light. “I’m sleeping on the couch,” he declares.
“Aw, c’mon, Baek, I’m sorry. You were the one that wanted to watch it anyways.”
He huffs, lower lip sticking out childishly. “I picked it because I know you like horror movies,” he says. “I didn’t know you were going to torture me.”
“Baekhyunnie…” You cross the bedroom to wrap him in your arms. He remains stiff as a board, pettily not returning any of your affection. “I’m sorry. I’ll stop. Don’t sleep on the couch.”
You give him a peck on the cheek, then another, then another, and that’s all it takes for him to deflate. “Y’know, you did a pretty good impression,” he mumbles. “Maybe there’s a hidden career for you in horror acting.”
“Mm, don’t encourage me,” you reply. “I’ll have to make you my practice scene partner. You’ll be hearing all of that and worse.”
Baekhyun shudders. “Okay, bad idea. Forget I said anything.”
Minutes later, the two of you lie in bed together, the little spat all but forgotten. Right before Baekhyun drifts off to sleep, you say, “Hey, you know something?”
“Hm?”
Your voice drops to a whisper. “You know you are cute when you sleep, right?”
Baekhyun groans. His hand darts out to press against your side, attacking your most ticklish spot in a brief, devastating way that makes you choke out a startled laugh. “You demon,” he moans. “I never know peace with you.”
“You like it.”
He hums. “Never said I didn’t.”
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⟡ summary: baekhyun wanted to be the first one who congratulated you.
⟡ content: baekhyun pov, sfw, fluff, baekhyun x gn!reader | wordcount: 0.9k words
⟡ a/note: happy bday to @tulipbaeks !!! i hope you have the most wonderful day, my dear mai. i love youuu, and please be always happy and healthy <3
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”
baekhyun was surprised by his own voice. this wasn’t how he had planned it.
pacing anxiously around his room, he tried to breathe normally before continuing to practice. he couldn’t deny that he felt a little silly practicing alone, as if you were there with him.
“oh, no, no. that’s too loud,” he swallowed. “happy birth—no!”
“byun baekhyun, please. focus!” he breathed nervously. “c’mon, man. what’s wrong with you today.” it wasn’t the first time he said it, but somehow he knew this time was a little different.
the video call notification suddenly popped up on the screen, and he panicked. he tried his best to look as relaxed as possible, as if he hadn’t been waiting for you to finish class and call him to catch up.
“hi!”
“baek!”
it felt as though all the nervousness he had been feeling had vanished. he sighed with relief. there was no doubt how happy he felt every time he heard your name come out of your mouth so naturally, but deep down? his heart felt like it was about to leap out of his chest, and he felt an overwhelming urge to pull you into his arms. yet there you were, too far away from him, just looking at you through a screen as he listened to you tell him about your day.
“baek? are you okay?”
baekhyun immediately snapped out of his trance, not realizing that he had once again drifted off into a daydream. “yes—of course! sorry…” he felt a bit embarrassed. “what were you saying?”
baekhyun did his best to focus on you without letting his mind wander. but panic set in again when he realized it was one minute to midnight.
he made a mental note: candle, matches, cupcake. shit. the cupcake was still in the fridge.
“uh—can you give a second? please.”
“yeah… sure.”
baekhyun practically flew out of bed and into the kitchen, but for you, your best friend’s random bursts of excitement were nothing new. he picked up the little decorated cupcake, stuck the candle in it, lit it, and made his way as best he could to his laptop screen.
at exactly midnight, the candle’s flame illuminated his face in the dim light of the room, as he smiled and began to sing, hoping to be the first to wish you a happy birthday.
“happy birthday, boo!” he was so enthusiastic.
“oh my god… baek! you’re the first one again!” you let out a soft giggle that made his smile go wider. “thank you so much for remembering it… y’know it has been rough lately.”
“that’s why i have an extra reason to make it twice as special.” he held the little cake up to the camera, watching intently as you closed your eyes for a few seconds. “c’mon, make a wish!”
you opened one eye, as if trying to peek. “can i say it out loud?”
“oh… doesn’t that bring bad luck?”
“hmm, i’m not sure.” you blew on it as if you could blow out the candle. “yeah… can’t take that risk.” you laughed, but now baekhyun was curious after helping you with the candle.
“so… what did you wish for?” he secretly tried the buttercream with one finger.
“it’s a secret!”
“c’mon i’m your best friend!” he whined.
“best friend card isn’t allowed this time—are you eating my cupcake?” you wanted to look annoyed, but you actually found it really sweet.
“uh… no?” like he had been caught in the act.
“baek!”
“okay, okay. yes! but it was just because you’re not here,” he breathed. “i miss you, boo. i know it has just been a week since you left, but it’s boring if you’re not here.”
“baek… i miss you too. i promise you that the days will go faster than we think.”
“i hope so.”
that night, baekhyun couldn’t bring himself to say what he’d been longing to say, because it didn’t seem fair that you were so far away. but his feelings didn’t change at all. he waited every day as if it were his only reason to breathe, and when you finally came back, his heart couldn’t hide it anymore.
“i like you, boo.”
“what?”
“i’ve always liked you. it’s funny, but i think i’m gonna explode if i hold back for even a second longer.” he laughed nervously, taking a step closer to you and taking your hand. “i know it seems rushed, but i wanted you… to know. i mean... it doesn’t matter if you don’t feel the same way, but i thought you deserved to know—”
baekhyun was completely taken aback when your hands cupped his face to give him a fleeting kiss. you usually loved listening to him, you really loved it, but there was no doubt that it was his anxiety talking.
“wish granted,” you murmured with a shy smile, then hid your face in his sweater.
“wait. was that what you... oh my god…”
you nodded. it was as if his brain short-circuited for a second and then snapped back to reality, smiling as widely as he could, laughing softly as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling away just long enough to kiss you this time.
“is it really too soon to ask you to be my girlfriend?” he whispered against your lips, feeling incredibly happy, shy and anxious, all at once. but deep down, he really knew there was nothing to worry about if you were there.
genre: baek!inuyasha, y/n as kagome, fluff fluff fluff!!! and a hbd again baekhyunnieee <3
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“can you please slow down??” you’re struggling to keep up with baekhyun’s fast pace. he only spares you a glare and slight huff before approaching you begrudgingly. you gulp, but stand your ground. he doesn’t scare you!
you yelp when he snatches your backpack and wears it himself.
“why do you always bring so much? no wonder you’re so slow.” he scoffs, turning back to continue trudging towards the forest.
“because you eat four noodles for a meal, baek!” your slow human legs play catch up, moving double his regular speed. stupid baekhyun, never considerate to the fact that you aren’t part demon like he is.
“ow!” you slam into his back. “what’s your problem, seriously?” you grunt, slapping his back, annoyed by his lack of spatial awareness. you’d think a half-demon dog who can hop off trees would know not to stop abruptly in front of someone.
“whatcha bring?” he stops and starts rummaging through your backpack, forgetting that you are literally on the way to find shards of the shikon jewel.
his ears perk up.
“jajangmyeon!!! cook this for me.” he shoves the packs of ramen into your chest and starts taking out all the kitchen supplies you managed to fit in your bag. you release a very loud sigh, but baekhyun does not give a single fuck, ignoring you as he sets everything up for you.
“why are you just standing there? cook it, lady.”
oh. OH.
your body slowly burns up in anger. you feel your face turn red first then your ears. you’re huffing and puffing. you have never met someone as insufferable and cocky as he is. lady?! you have a name!!!
your eye twitches one last time before the rage takes over your body.
“sit boy!! sit boy!! sit boy!!” you exclaim, hands balled up in fists on your sides.
baekhyun screams as his face plops to the ground three painful times.
“ahhh!! i’m sorry, i’m sorry!!” he shouts out of desperation for you to stop, as he lies face burried in the grass.
“you don’t know how to say please! you think i’m here to babysit you, huh?!” you scold him, slapping the back of his head this time. “the fuck is wrong with you? they dont teach manners in the sengoku era?!”
“i said i’m sorry!!” he looks up at you with the most pathetic pout he could garner. your eyes reach his and you frown when your heart stutters at the sight of him being genuinely apologetic. “y/n, i’m sorry. can you please cook this for me? i’m starved.”
the more you look at him, the more you see the human in him being true and remorseful.
you sigh, “you’re so tiring.”
you grab the gas burner and pot from him, still annoyed, and start preparing the ramen quietly. baekhyun sits across from you stealthily, careful not to piss you off any more than he has. you pour a bottle into the pot and wait for the water to boil. you don’t look in his direction. you can feel his gaze on you.
he’s being quiet but the way he’s staring at you is so loud. he doesn’t want you to be upset with him. “um,” he attempts to speak but backs out when you don’t even flinch at his voice.
he bites his lip and frowns.
“y/n?” he calls out your name to get your attention.
“hm?” you hum, refusing to look up. you’re not done being upset with him and you knew the moment you set eyes on his pouty puppy face, it would be over for you.
“are you really tired of me?”
oh, nevermind, it’s still over for you.
you look up and baekhyun’s trying to suppress his pout, his lips scrunching up at the side of his mouth. his ears lightly shift down and he’s looking at you with eyes so dark and glossy that you can’t help but surrender.
you bite the side of your cheek and start putting the ramen in the boiling pot.
“no,” you say, trying to balance all the noodles so they wouldn’t overflow. “but i’m really fucking close.”
baekhyun perks up and grabs all the seasoning packets, ripping them open for you. at least you weren’t tired of him, he thinks.
you scoff, taking the packets and adding them to the pot when the water was evaporated and no longer in sight. you give it one last mix before baekhyun is all over it, grabbing a bunch of noodles with the chopsticks and shoving it whole in his mouth.
“at least chew...” you mumble, brows furrowed in disgust as you watch him guzzle the entire steaming pot.
he burps in your face.
“thank you, y/n!” he smiles with his eyes as if he didn’t just blow the entire meal in your face. “did you bring more?”
your eye twitches and baekhyun notices it immediately, eyes widening and lips pursing, knowing he just fucked up again.
“i’m going home. good luck finding the shards.” you get up, leaving the mess on the floor for baekhyun to clean up. you start walking in the opposite direction, instead heading back to the well.
“waaaaait! you just got here! you can’t go home yet.” baekhyun runs and jumps in front of you, blocking you from leaving.
“i don’t like getting burped on, baek.” you walk around him, your nose is up in the air, refusing to look at him once again. if he was going to continue to be rude, you’ll just go home. you’re sure your family misses you. you’ll return after a week. that should show him.
“i’m sorryyyyy! i couldn’t help it!” even though he’s a lot faster than you, he’s moving as if you had the advantage. and maybe that means he actually is sorry.
no. you stop yourself from feeling bad. he’s been rude all day. he doesn’t deserve your help.
“oh.” he says as he notices you’re not backing down. he decides to quietly walk by your side, thinking up a plan to get you to stay with him a little longer. he lets you go ahead smugly once he comes up with an idea.
this would be a lot faster if baekhyun hadn’t broken your bike the other day. your bike was the only thing that got you to keep up with him. saving the world was a bit hard when you only had your two human feet.
baekhyun rushes in front of you and kneels down with his back facing towards you.
“what?”
“get on.” he says curtly.
“no.” you move to the right. he moves even quicker.
“just get on. i can see you’re getting tired.”
you purse your lips. your feet were getting a bit swollen from walking such a long distance. before you could think any further, your body leans into his back and you let him carry you. you’ve never been on his back before. it’s warm.
you didn’t know what you expected to feel like, but it wasn’t this.
it wasn’t supposed to feel cozy. you thought you would be overwhelmed by his scent, but it’s actually quite pleasant and comforting. you can’t quite place it. it just smells like him. and you don’t hate it. not at all. it’s as if you can’t get enough of it, burying your face in his hair.
once he feels you’re secure on his back, baekhyun speeds through the field, no longer having to wait for you. the breeze was soft against your skin. it felt nice, soothing. slowly, you feel yourself fighting the urge to drift off into a nap. it won’t hurt to get a bit of shut eye.
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you were wrong to assume baekhyun wouldn’t do anything to piss you off while you were asleep.
you awake to the sight of a mountain – far, far, away from the well.
“sit boy!” you scream into his ear. baekhyun falls to the ground with a screech, not expecting you to wake up this early. he was so close. you get off his back and cross your arms in front of him. he tries to get up. “sit-”
“stopstopstop!!” baekhyun begs, waving his hands in the air. “i smelled a demon and- and- it's not that bad if we get rid of it before you go, hm?”
you frown.
“one demon? please?”
you roll your eyes and groan exceptionally loud.
“you really are getting on my last nerves. one demon! one!” you point a finger at him, emphasizing the one. you really do need a break from him. it’s not normal for you to want to put him in a chokehold this early on.
baekhyun perks up, jumping up in delight. “this way! i can smell the demon stink.”
he grabs you and puts you on his back, holding you tightly as he jumps his way up the mountain. you’re met with a small and quaint house. it seems peaceful. you’ve learned in your first week here that the peaceful and silent sounds of nature should not be fooled for safety.
baekhyun lets you down and approaches the house. you follow right behind him, grabbing your bow and quiver. your heart’s racing at how quiet it is. when you both enter the house, the door shuts with full force.
that can’t be a good sign.
you grab an arrow from your quiver, preparing for whatever the demon has in store for you both. baekhyun has one hand on his word, ready to wield it. it’s dark but you can vaguely see the creaky boards and the cobwebs in the corners of the room. it’s creepy – eerie how quiet it is. you try to take a step forward but baekhyun puts a hand out in front of you.
“i smell it.”
a loud hiss rings behind you and baekhyun shouts your name to watch out. you don’t have the reflexes to turn around fast enough before the demon lunges towards you and shoves you through the floorboards.
“baekhyun!!” you shout, trapped by a large spider demon. you try to grab an arrow from behind so you could attempt to stab it but it hisses and sprays a web to your wrist.
“where is it??” the spider speaks and you’re met with an overwhelming stench of decay.
“i dont know what youre talking about.” you reach for your nose but he traps it with a web too. fuck, he’s so stinky. “baekhyun!!! get your ass here now!!”
“the shikon jewel, girl. i can sense it.” his eight eyes scan your body for the jewel, only to be disappointed. he grunts and leaves you tied to the dusty basement floor. you were really regretting taking a nap on baekhyun’s back.
you hear a bunch of noises above you and some debris falls onto you. you have to shut your eyes from how much dust was getting in them. forcefully trying to remove yourself from the web, you pull a muscle. “ow, fuck.” guess you’ll just die then. baekhyun’s clearly abandoned you here.
thump
speak of the devil.
baekhyun stands over you, out of breath and hair flat on his face, covered in sweat. he’s looking at you with a new expression you don’t quite recognize.
it’s weird. you shake your head and remember what predicament you’re currently in.
“where have you been? i’ve been calling you.” immediate scolding.
he rushes to your side and cuts through the webs with tessaiga, setting you free.
“he was really big...” he mutters, embarrassed of how long it took him to fight the spider. “i- i thought he-”
finally free, you rub your wrists and arm. you’re going to have to wrap it up with medicinal herbs later. the pulled muscle was hurting a lot more than you thought it would. baekhyun is uncharacteristically quiet. he’s staring at you a lot longer than you’re used to, making you a bit uncomfortable.
“you thought he?” you help him finish his thought. but baekhyun doesn’t reply. “hello? earth to baekhyun-”
baekhyun’s arm pulls you in for a hug so tight you’re not sure where to put your hands. you settle for his back. he squeezes you tighter. you bury your face in his robe and hug him back. it was rare for baekhyun to show affection like this. it was refreshing to see his human side.
you’re the first to pull away. you weren’t ready to see his face.
your heart aches at the sight of his tear-stained cheeks. not thinking, you reach for his cheeks and wipe them with your thumbs. you give him a reassuring smile.
“i’m okay.” you tell him, but he refuses to look at you, opting to stare at your feet instead. wanting him to see that you are fine, you nudge him delicately with a finger under his chin. “i’m fine, baekhyun. my wrists hurt and i think i pulled something but really, i’m fine.”
it doesn’t dawn on you how close you two have become. baekhyun’s eyes scan your face, staring at your eyes first, then your nose, your cheeks, and finally your lips. you notice his head leaning in closer to you and your breath stops.
is he going to kiss you?
he tucks strand of your hair behind your ear and strokes your ear with his thumb. you feel yourself redden at the action. and without a second thought.
SLAM
“ow!! what the hell was that for?!” baekhyun flies across the room with a huge frown on his face, shocked by your strength.
“i’m sorry!! i’ve never kissed anyone before!” you cover your face in embarrassment.
“that’s not how you do it, idiot!!” he yells under the broken floorboards pile at the end of the room. you run to help him, pushing the rotten wood off him. baekhyun is shooting glares at you, deeply offended that you would push him off instead of kiss him.
which could not be any true.
you give him a peck on his cheek when he stands up and dusts off the debris off his robe.
“i was scared.” you bite your lip nervously.
“whatever.” baekhyun scoffs, brushing you off.
you don’t miss the grin on his face when he thinks you’re not looking.
he bends his knees.
“come on, let’s get you home.”
you wrap your arms around him, hands resting on his chest, and get on his back.
“actually, is it okay if i stay a bit longer?”
baekhyun simply shrugs. he doesn’t know you can feel his heart racing. you snuggle into his long silver hair, his scent comforting you once more before your eyes shut from the exhaustion.
chananyeol bong: ahhhhh!!! i wrote this for me hahahaha i've been watching inuyasha in the mornings. i havent watched it since i was a kid so its like im watching it for the first time!! and in japanese! and for some reason, i couldnt help but picture baekhyun as inuyasha bc hes sucha cute puppy like inuyasha 😊💓💘❤️🔥 so if you made it this far, tysm for reading!! love yall and ill see you in the next fic!! mwaaaaaaaaah!! 😙💋💗🏹🐕
sleep wears around the edges of baekhyun's eyes, nearly pulling his lids shut. he stifles a yawn against the back of his hand, mindlessly tapping through the various apps on his phone as the seconds tick down. watching, waiting. the hotel mattress underneath him is soft, practically pulling him down into the slumber that awaits him, and his body so badly wants to give in. exhaustion has been his best friend lately, clinging to him from city to city, and all he wants to do at the end of each day is to fall unceremoniously into sleep for as long as his schedule allows.
but he won't tonight.
not until.
the clock strikes midnight and his phone rings not a second later. he laughs to himself as he picks up. 'helloo?' he singsongs into the receiver, as if he isn't aware of why exactly he's receiving this call.
'happy birthday!' your voice is soft, gentle, as if even though you're so many miles away, you know how tired he is and you don't want to disturb him with any loud cheering.
'thank you, baby.' he yawns again, turning over onto his side. 'you were first again. as you always are'
'yes,' you cheer. he can picture you pumping your fist in the air and he chuckles. 'what do you have on the agenda tomorrow?'
'meetings all day. i wish i was home with you.'
'i wish you were here too, baek. can you do me a favor?'
'right now?' he whines. 'i'm so tired and it's my birthday.'
'please?'
he sighs, a faint small on his lips. 'okay, sure. anything.'
'can you open the door for me?'
his eyes fly open as he sits up straight. 'are you serious?'
you giggle. the most beautiful sound he's ever heard. 'why don't you find out?'
even though minutes ago it seemed like the most impossible thing in the world, he easily leaps out of bed and runs to the door. you stand on the other side, holding your phone up to your ear with one hand, a small cupcake in the other.
'happy birth–'
he cuts you off by wrapping his arms around you, pressing you against him. you're here, and your hair smells like the shampoo you share at home, and you're wearing his hoodie, and you're beautiful and wonderful and everything that makes baekhyun's heart skip a beat. he knows better than anyone that the flight was long, tiring, and you made that journey just to see him even though he probably won't even be able to spend that much time with you... relief and gratitude suddenly fills him, emotion rising in his throat.
'baby?' you say softly. 'are you...?'
he is.
he pulls away and quickly wipes away the tear that's fallen and takes a shaky breath. 'sorry. i'm just... i'm so happy you're here.'
you don't push - you know how hard it's been for him lately. you smile at him and press a kiss to the corner of his lips, one that he chases to kiss you properly. 'i canceled all your plans tomorrow with your manager,' you say in between kisses. 'we can do whatever you want.'
even more gratitude floods baekhyun's chest and he's able to push down another fresh wave of tears before parting from you. 'can we do nothing? i know you came all this way but i'm just so–'
you cut him off with another chaste peck. 'doing nothing sounds perfect. now come on. you can't eat this cupcake if you're crying.'
he laughs, scooching over to let you through the door. 'i didn't cry. it was the lighting, made my eyes look wet.'
'mmhmm,' you hum. 'suuure byun.'
the door clicks shut behind you, sealing the two of you off from the rest of the world, safe in your little haven for the near future.
gosh i'm so senti. happy 34th angel, please be happy and healthy always <3
Warnings: alcohol consumption, theft, homelessness, minor violence/injury, explicit smut, unprotected sex 18+ only MDNI
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He was cute.
But more importantly, he looked rich.
Though he didn't wear any flashy brand names, it was easy enough to tell how expensive the outfit was. It was the little things, his watch, a necklace, the Italian leather shoes he wore. One might not notice these things right away, but you definitely did.
The perfect target, you just hoped you wouldn't get carried away. He was far, far, prettier than the men you normally stole from.
You started by looking at him from across the bar, making eye contact for just a little longer than what could be considered not flirting, batting your eyelashes. You gave him a little smile, which he returned.
Soon enough he'd taken the empty seat next to you, introducing himself.
“Mind if I sit here?” He asked, and you shook your head, still smiling back at his gorgeous face. “My name is Baekhyun, by the way.”
“I’m Alice.” You lied.
“Alice, I like it, it's cute, it suits you.”
You'd usually have to fake your interest by now but this guy was so cute you really were becoming a bit bashful, blushing and mumbling a ‘thank you’.
“Can I buy you a drink?”
Hell yes. Only a little while longer now…
“I'll have a martini.”
The more you talked, the more he (unfortunately) seemed like a great guy. At some points you nearly caught yourself feeling guilty about what you planned to do, and even doubted whether to go through with it at all. But men often put up a front, and you didn't truly know him. Even if he appeared kind and honest, you knew better than to trust a stranger, and your mission for the night was clear.
Halfway through the martini you put one hand on his thigh, leaning into him, and you could tell he was loving it. You hung onto his every word, looking at him with your best, most innocent doe eyes.
After over an hour of genuinely nice conversation, you decided it was best to just get on with it, before you had the chance to change your mind. You checked your phone, and feigned disappointment. “It's getting late, I should really get going.”
He, too, seemed saddened by your announcement, and to your delight, he offered to walk you out.
This is it.
As he stood up from the bar and you watched him head towards the door, you smiled at the outline of his wallet, perfectly hugging the curve of his cute butt from its position in his back pocket.
Once outside, you pull him off to the side of the building for some more privacy.
“I'm really glad I got to meet you here tonight.” You told him, one hand running over his shoulder, and then down his chest. You let one hand rest on the swell of his chest, as you looked back up into his eyes, and then down at his lips. He had such kind looking eyes, it was a shame, truly.
“I'm really glad I met you, too.” He said back softly, his hands slowly moving to rest on your hips. The restraint was clear in the gentle way he touched you, not wanting to cross a line, but too close, too tempted not to at least get his hands on you in some way.
Your eyes went back to his, and the hand not on his chest slowly moved to his waist, before moving down further.
He stared back at you, pink lips slightly parted, waiting for you to lean in, to let your eyes drift shut, any sign that he could finally kiss you.
You stayed looking back at him, hardly moving closer, the hand now slipping behind him, working its way into the back pocket of his pants.
Your lip twitched, barely showing a smile, and then you had it. You slipped the smooth leather out of the pocket, and before he could even realize what had just happened, you were running, sprinting, as fast as you could away from him, giggling to yourself.
Baekhyun stood there for a second, stunned, before he had the bright idea to run after you. He was a strong runner, but so were you, and you got a pretty good head start. However he was determined, and he realized as he kept running that he actually knew where you were headed.
Not far from the well lit main roads were darker, quieter suburbs where you could easily go unseen and find a hiding place. Unfortunately for you, Baekhyun lived in that exact area, and he knew all the shortcuts.
You were still barely within his line of sight when you took a sharp turn, and he knew he'd won. Cutting through a narrow alley between the houses, he was able to cut you off and when you'd just thought you'd lost him and slowed down to a walk, he turned and ran at you, tackling you.
You, in shock, screamed and acted more or less on impulse now that Baekhyun had you pinned to the pavement. You kicked him in the groin as hard as you could.
Pretty much instantaneously, he let go of you, rolling over in pain. But as soon as you tried to get up and start running again, stars clouded your vision and you could do little more than stumble a few steps before his hand was able to catch your wrist.
“What the hell is your problem woman?!” He more or less yelled at you, still slightly hunched over in pain.
“YOU tackled ME!”
“Because you stole my wallet??”
You were still trying to pull your arm away from him, but now that he had you he wasn't going to let you get away again so easily.
“Look, just give me my wallet back and I won't call the cops, okay?”
You glared, considering your options, but it was clear that you should just listen to him. He was larger than you, clearly pissed off, and if he really did call the police he would have no problem keeping you there till they arrived. It sucked, but it beat getting arrested, so you handed it over with a scowl.
Expecting him to let go of you once you gave it back you started to turn away but he didn't, his grip only tightened.
“What the hell? Let me go.”
“Why did you try to steal from me?”
“Oh my god can you just let me go already I gave you the fucking wallet didn't I?”
It wasn't that you were trying to be a bitch, but your head hurt, you were dirty from the fall, and all you wanted was to get away from him and find help.
“I could still call the cops, you know.” Baekhyun himself wasn't quite sure why he felt the need to keep you there, something just made him feel like he had more to talk to you about.
This asshole. You thought to yourself. “Why do you care why I do what I do?”
He just shrugged, and you grew more and more irritated with him.
“I need money. Not that that's any of your business.”
“It kind of did become my business when you tried to rob me.”
“I'm sorry, okay? Is that what you want to hear?”
“I do appreciate that, yes.”
Still, he wasn't letting go of you, even as you looked at him with pleading eyes. The frown he wore was almost a little pathetic, he just looked so.. disappointed.
“So you only flirted with me cause you wanted my money, huh?”
“I said I was sorry.”
With one hand on the back of his neck, he paced back and forth, as if trying to reason with himself. “I have to admit I'm a little hurt, we really seemed to be hitting it off.”
It seemed like a joke at first but after a few seconds of staring at him in disbelief he still just looked a bit sad.
“You're serious?”
All of the sudden his expression shifted completely to one of what looked like horror and worry, and the hand on your arm finally let go, moving to your forehead. He took a step closer, holding your head in his hands. “You're bleeding.”
“Yeah well you fucking tackled me.” You mumbled. You hadn't noticed anything more than a dull throbbing in your head after realizing he'd caught up to you and you were on the ground.
“Shit, you're really bleeding. Bad. Come with me.”
He started pulling you along with him, and when you touched your own forehead you felt the warm blood running down from somewhere on your scalp. Still, you tried to get away from him. “Where are you going?”
“We're going to my house. I live nearby.”
“No fucking way I'm going anywhere with you.”
He stopped, looking at you, the blood now running freely down the side of your face.
“I'm a doctor.” He said matter of factly, pulling his wallet back out and opening it to show you his hospital ID card. “I can help you, or I can get you to a hospital.”
Going to the hospital wasn't much of an option without insurance or any money to pay the bill afterwards, but you still didn't feel completely safe going with him either.
“How do I know you aren't gonna hurt me? You have every reason to be pissed at me.”
It was the first time since you'd run off that he heard a change in your tone, the prior callousness morphing into something softer. Fear.
“I got my wallet back, didn't I? It's my fault you're hurt and I know how to help.”
The overall softness of his face, and the gentle downturn of his eyes, made it hard to imagine any malicious intent behind them. It would've taken a fantastic actor to fake looking as worried as he did, and he didn't seem like the type to put on a show.
Begrudgingly, you followed him.
He did in fact live just down the street, in a quite nice looking modern house. You followed him in silently, and he sat you down on the living room couch, running up some stairs to get what he needed to fix you up.
You looked around and the house was just as handsome and polished as he was. Leather couches, granite coffee table, and interesting decor here and there. Despite the fact that he clearly liked things to be tidy, it still looked homely and lived in.
By the time he was able to start wiping the blood off your face you looked like something out of a horror movie. The dress you were wearing was covered in blood stains too.
Now with better lighting his face still showed all of his worry and guilt as he got a good look at your injury.
“Fuck I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to bust your head open, I just wanted my wallet back. I guess I went a little crazy with the adrenaline and everything, I wasn't thinking, I don't know why the hell I thought tackling you was a good move.”
“Well I hope it was worth it.” You mumbled.
“Alice isn't your real name, is it?”
You hesitated, wanting to make some kind of bitchy remark again, but now that you were on his couch with him carefully tending to your head wound, looking adorably apologetic, you finally decided to give up the attitude and just be glad he was helping you.
You sighed. “No. It's not.”
“So what is it then? If you don't mind me asking.”
You flinched when the antiseptic made contact with the gash on your scalp, the burning sensation making you squeeze your eyes shut.
“I'm sorry I know that stuff burns like hell but it's better than getting an infection.” You opened your eyes again and nodded. “I really would like to know your name.”
“Are you gonna report me if I do tell you?”
Baekhyun chuckled and shook his head. “I feel bad enough that you cracked your head open on the pavement because of me. If I sent you to jail too I'd be the asshole of the century.”
“Y/n.”
He took his eyes off of your wound for a second to meet yours, and smiled. “Y/n. Nice to meet you.”
You half scoffed, half laughed, “Yeah right, first I try to rob you, then I kick you in the balls, and now you're having to patch up my busted up head.”
He just kept smiling. “That really did hurt by the way, I thought I was gonna throw up for a second. But I guess that's what I get for tackling you. Probably not the best idea either, in hindsight.”
“How bad is it?”
“The cut on your head? Or getting kicked in the nuts?”
“My head.” You laughed.
“It'll be fine, but you need a few stitches and should try to lay down for the next few days since you're probably mildly concussed.”
“Shit.”
“I know. I'm really sorry, again. Gonna try my best to keep from tackling people from now on.”
As he put numbing cream on your scalp and started to stitch it up, you began to realize how close he was to you. The lower part of his face was right at eye level, and it hit you again just how breathtaking he was. The clear bright lighting in his living room gave you a far better view of him than the dimly lit bar or darkened streets, and it almost felt silly to you that he was a doctor of all things. His skin was too perfect, his lips too pink, his eyes too easy to get lost in. He could've easily been a model, you thought.
It was getting embarrassing, seeing him so close as he tended to the gash on your head. That would be plenty uncomfortable in a regular setting with a different doctor, but you were in his house on his couch after trying to rob him. And even worse, you still thought he was incredibly cute.
It was impossible not to cringe at your own ridiculous misfortune.
You endured a few more seconds of burning from the antiseptic, and soon Baekhyun was done. As he leaned back, you let out a sigh of relief, not even realizing that you'd been holding your breath.
“Be careful around the cut, try not to get it wet for a few days, and again, get lots of rest.”
You nodded, but knew that you probably wouldn't be able to do that. “I don't know how I didn't feel it at first, my head just kinda hurt.”
“Does it still hurt pretty bad?”
You shook your head no. It was getting late however, and you were starting to get tired, turning away from him as you let out a yawn. “I should get going, thank you for helping me,” you pointed at your head, “and not calling the cops. And I'm sorry again that I tried to rob you.”
Baekhyun laughed, “No worries. I'm sorry I tackled you so I guess we're even. Do you need a ride home?”
You shook your head. You figured you'd just make the short walk to your car and sleep there. It had started to rain and you knew it was going to be a long night, but you were just going to have to deal with it. At least it wasn't too cold.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah I'll be fine. I don't have anywhere for you to take me anyways.”
“What?”
“Don't worry about it.” You started to get up off the couch, but right away got pretty dizzy, bracing yourself against the armrest to keep from falling. “Shit.”
Taking your hand he sat you back down. “What do you mean you don’t have anywhere for me to take you?”
You groaned, the last thing you wanted was to explain to this guy that you were technically homeless at the moment.
All you did was shake your head. “You really don’t need to worry about me. I have a plan.”
Again you stood up, getting even dizzier this time but you just powered through it, nearly falling as you made your way towards the door.
“What, you're just gonna stumble around in the rain all night?”
“I have a plan.” You repeated as you braced yourself against a wall for a second.
Annoyed but more so worried, Baekhyun got up off the couch and stood himself between you and the door. “You definitely have a concussion. If there isn’t anywhere else for you to stay tonight, you can stay here.”
You whined and tried to get past him but it wasn’t gonna happen. “Baekhyun, really, you don’t have to do this.”
“Yeah, I do. If you don’t get a good night’s sleep you’ll feel much worse in the morning. You need to rest, trust me. You can have the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch. In the morning I'll take you somewhere to get help.”
The way he looked at you made a lump form in your throat. He’d just met you that night and definitely didn’t owe you anything after you tried to steal from him, yet he was offering you a warm bed. His pretty features were painted with a look of genuine worry, and all at once, it became too much, and you felt your eyes start to water.
It was also just embarrassing. Baekhyun seemed so put together, and he was being so kind to you, while you were clearly a huge mess.
Baekhyun could see it in your eyes. He watched as they glazed over, and just before the first tear was able to fall, he pulled you in.
Your hold on the bottom of his t-shirt was strong, twisting the fabric in your fist, keeping him close. The gentle motion of his hand running up and down your back was surprisingly comforting, along with the gentle reassurances being whispered in your ear. It was okay, you were going to be okay.
Once the tears had come to a halt, he led you back to the couch, sitting you down before getting you a glass of water. You took it from him gratefully as he sat down with you.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” You asked, painfully aware of the quiver in your voice and your red, puffy, eyes and cheeks.
Baekhyun shrugged, “I like to see the best in people, I guess. And I like to be helpful, I did dedicate my whole career to that after all.” And I still hope that maybe some of the flirting from the bar wasn’t completely fake cause I was really starting to like you. He thought to himself, but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.
“I promise I’m not a terrible person, things are just really hard right now and it's the only way to get a roof over my head at night. I wouldn’t steal if I didn’t have to, and I hope that I can get back on my feet soon and be done with it.”
“I assumed as much, I know I'm probably the last person you want to hear this from, but I'm sorry you're going through that.”
Finally, you managed a smile. “Thank you.”
You finished your glass of water and Baekhyun got up, putting it away before returning to the living room. “I can help you up the stairs, and give you some clean clothes. You’re probably tired.”
“I can sleep on the couch, I don’t want to kick you out of your bed, the fact that you’re letting me stay at your house at all is more than I deserve.”
“For your concussion to get better you need to lay down, like flat on your back, ideally. So you’re gonna take the bed. I’ll be fine. I assume you still want some clothes without blood on them, right?”
You nodded and started to get up, and he ran to your side to let you hold onto him in case you got dizzy again. Your hand was on his bicep, and it felt nice, strong and firm. The broadness of his shoulders made your skin heat up as he walked you up the stairs to his bedroom, and sat you onto the edge of his king sized bed.
“I won't have anything that'll fit you very well, but it's still better than a dress with blood on it.” He started rummaging through a drawer until he handed you a tshirt and some sweats to change into, before turning to leave.
“Wait-”
Baekhyun froze, throwing you a confused look. “Don’t you wanna change in peace?”
“No- well, yes, but I was gonna say, you don’t have to sleep on the couch. I mean, there’s room for us both.” You said, scooting to one end of the large mattress.
Maybe a part of you liked the idea of having someone to sleep next to, especially him, but you also just felt bad about him otherwise sleeping on the couch in his own home because of you.
He looked surprised, “Are you sure? The couch isn’t that bad and I wouldn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
“You won’t, I promise.”
“If you say so, I'm gonna go get more water and let you change.”
His clothes were big on you, but they were cozy. Soft and warm and smelled like fancy laundry detergent. You settled into the plush sheets, feeling much more comfortable than you had in a while. His bed easily beat your friends' couches and the cheap hotels you stayed at on the nights you had the money to.
Eventually he also changed and joined you, making himself comfortable on the other side. You turned to face him, and he did the same.
“Thank you again for letting me stay here. I don’t know what I did to deserve all this.”
“Don't mention it, it's actually nice to have some company.”
You looked into his pretty brown eyes as he said it, his pretty eyes and pretty face and pretty words making you blush.
He scooted a bit closer, still looking at you, testing the water. For a second you swore he looked down at your lips.
Your heart was already racing and you worried it would give out if you kept going, so, you turned to look at the ceiling, instead of at him.
“You're blushing.”
As you gave him your best side eye, you saw the shit-eating grin on his face.
“It really did hurt a little.” He said.
“Huh?”
“I know this is gonna sound really dumb, but I was honestly more upset about you faking being into me than the attempted robbery, for some reason. I guess I can understand why someone might steal but faking interest just really… I don't know.. hurt my feelings?”
You raised your eyebrows, and turned back onto your side to look at him, not expecting that at all.
Something in his expression shifted, “I'm sorry, you can tell me to shut up if I'm making you uncomfortable, or send me downstairs to the couch.”
“Who says I was faking? I just acted like I would've anyway.”
You watched as a smile crept its way onto his face. “Yeah?”
You just gave a small nod and a shrug, and this time, you were sure he'd had his eyes on your lips.
Baekhyun made it clear that he was interested, even after everything, and you were surprised, to say the least. You knew you could turn him down at any point and he'd respect it, but you didn't want to. Not only was he gorgeous, he'd shown you more genuine kindness than anyone had in a while, when he had absolutely no obligation to. You just liked him.
You seemed to gravitate toward him. He looked so inviting, so you moved in even closer, expecting him to finally kiss you, but he didn't.
That was when you realized that he wasn't going to kiss you, you were going to have to kiss him. You were in his house, in his bed, already feeling indebted to him and he didn't want you to feel like you had to do anything for him in return. If something was going to happen between you and him, you would have to initiate it.
And so, you did. You let your eyes flutter shut and closed the gap, kissing him. Immediately he responded, kissing you back, taking one hand to your jaw.
His lips were soft and sweet and you easily melted into him, feeling your heart flutter at the way he smiled into the kiss.
Gently, his other hand came to rest on the curve of your waist, though he didn’t move any further. The kisses, too, were still delicate, even as the minutes passed. Baekhyun was simply enjoying the softness of your skin and your lips, without wanting you to feel any pressure to do more.
As nice as it was, you quickly wanted more than just to kiss him. It had been a long time since you’d been in bed with a man at all, let alone one as enticing as him, and it was definitely affecting you. When you moved closer, pressing your chest to his, he welcomed it.
His touches remained tender as he shifted, allowing you to lay on your back, though you were disappointed that he still remained next to you, for the most part. You wanted to feel the weight of him, to wrap your legs around his waist and draw him in even closer.
When he pulled away, your brows furrowed and you pouted up at him.
“What?” He asked, his thumb softly running across your cheekbone.
“Why’d you stop?”
The way he smiled melted your heart even further, so soft and sincere. “You need to rest.”
You pouted even harder, whining, “I don’t want to, though.”
Baekhyun knew that you really, really did need to rest, but when you looked at him like that, he couldn’t just deny you, either.
You sighed with relief when his lips made contact with your neck, though he aired on the side of caution, still. Every kiss brought you further from your sanity, wanting more with every passing second. When the opportunity presented itself, you untangled your legs from his and wrapped them around his waist, finally getting the pressure you needed. However, he once again pulled away.
“Y/n, sweetheart, I don’t think we should be doing this.”
This time, you weren’t just pouting, you looked genuinely hurt, and it made him frown.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
You just shook your head, detaching yourself and turning your back to him.
“Whoa, hey, what is it?” His hand on your shoulder turned you back to look at him, and he once again looked worried.
You shut your eyes, gathering your thoughts for a second, “You're right, I’m just... embarrassed. I shouldn't even be here.”
His brows furrowed, “That's not what I mean, I’m just worried about your head, I don't want to keep you up, or accidentally do something that could make it worse.”
You sighed, “You don't have to make excuses.”
His eyes met yours and held them, refusing to look away. “You really think I don't want to fuck you right now?”
He watched as your eyes widened in surprise, and he chuckled.
“Sorry if that was a little forward but it's true. I just don't want to hurt you more than I already have. If I got carried away and your head bumped into the wall or something I wouldn't be able to forgive myself. And you really need to get a solid night's sleep, too.”
His fingers ghosted over the skin just below the cut on your head, at the left side of your hairline. It was so tender, the way he ghosted across the surface of your skin, just barely touching. His hands were steady, careful, making you feel like something precious.
“You really are so, so beautiful.”
You just rolled your eyes and refused to meet his again.
“I'm serious. I mean, you definitely tried to rob me and I think I'm a pretty reasonable guy most of the time but I for sure still want you. You make me throw all rationality to the wind. It's remarkable.”
“There's plenty of pretty girls out there.”
“Sure. But there's more to making a connection with someone than just physical attraction.”
“You think we have a connection?”
“Sure. I had a great time at the bar with you. Hell, with another hour or two I probably would've invited you over anyway.”
You let out a half laugh, half scoff. It had occurred to you too of course, to try and sleep with him and get a roof over your head that way. But you knew you wouldn’t be able to steal from him after spending a whole night with him, you’d already liked him too much. If you hadn't needed money so badly you probably would've ended up in his bed anyway.
“You really mean that?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re gorgeous, and we have chemistry. I know you feel it too.”
The way your cheeks burned surprised you, it felt unfair, how easily he could affect you.
“You are pretty cute.” You finally admitted, “And charming, and kind, and I still can’t believe you want anything at all to do with me.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself.”
You frowned a little, and so did he, seeing the way your face fell. “With how much of a mess my life is right now it's hard not to be.”
“You obviously don't have to divulge any personal details you aren't comfortable sharing, but if you want to talk to me, I'll listen. It's hard for me to imagine how you might've ended up in such a bad situation.”
A long sigh left your lips. It wasn't something you enjoyed talking about, but you felt that context might help him forgive you for your previous actions.
“I was sharing an apartment with my ex, and when I found out he was cheating he just disappeared. We were both on the lease even though he paid the majority of it since I was in school. I tried to find a different place I could afford but I couldn't get out of the lease and couldn't pay it myself so I got evicted and now nowhere will accept me as a tenant. I had to quit school and have been trying to find work but it hasn't been easy without a real address.”
Baekhyun didn't say anything, he just pulled you in closer, letting you wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his chest.
“I just feel like such a failure.”
“Why? You got screwed over. None of that sounds like it was your fault.”
You lifted your head, meeting his eyes and the look on his face made something twist up in your gut. He just looked so… indignant. He hated what had happened to you, clearly. He hated the unfairness of it all.
With one hand on your chin he brought you in for a kiss, this time soft, almost like an apology.
“You deserve so much more.” He whispered, playing with your hair when you again made yourself comfortable in his embrace, using his chest as your pillow.
He began to hum something vaguely familiar, and in no time at all, you were fast asleep. Baekhyun slowly and carefully detached himself from you, laying you on your back, and resting your head gently on the pillow next to his own.
For longer than he might like to admit, he just enjoyed the sight of your sleeping face. You looked so much more peaceful this way, he thought. He wished you could feel that kind of peace more often when you were awake. He could easily make out the hollowness, the evidence of all you’d been through, on your face. You were still beautiful to him, without a doubt, but there was something there, serving as a permanent reminder of how unfairly life had treated you. More than anything, Baekhyun wished he could somehow be the one to make it go away, to restore you to the woman he imagined you could be.
~
You awoke to find the bed vacant aside from yourself, and as the minutes passed, there wasn’t a peep from anywhere else in the house either. Slowly, you got yourself out of bed, and wandered downstairs to find that Baekhyun had, in fact, left you alone in his house.
Not sure what else to do with yourself, you got a glass of water and went back upstairs. He couldn’t be working, right? It didn’t make any sense, for him to just leave you alone. Did he want you to leave? That didn’t make sense either, after he said he’d get you help in the morning. More than anything, you were shocked that he trusted you alone in his house full of expensive (and easily stolen) possessions.
Before you could dwell on it any longer the front door opened, and you heard him rummaging around in the kitchen. You made your way back downstairs, and he lit up as soon as he saw you, his smile wide and dazzling.
“Good morning.” He said, his good mood easily rubbing off on you. “I got us breakfast. Did you sleep okay? How does your head feel?”
“I did, and fine, actually. Now that you mention it the cut is still a little tender but I don’t even have a headache or anything. And thank you.”
He started taking various baked goods out of a large paper bag, “I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I got a bunch of different stuff.”
It all looked amazing. You’d missed being able to stop by a bakery to get yourself a little treat. You just couldn't afford that kind of thing anymore.
“Baekhyun…” The words trailed off as he just kept smiling back at you, now holding a large plate piled high with all sorts of pastries. “You didn’t have to do all this.”
He just shrugged. “I probably would’ve gotten breakfast there today anyway. Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad your concussion isn’t too bad, a good night's sleep does wonders ”
You shuddered at the thought of how your night could've gone, had you slept alone in your car.
He pulled out a chair and you and him both made yourselves comfortable at his kitchen counter.
“I was really surprised that you were gone when I woke up, I mean, leaving me alone in your house is kind of a bad idea is it not?”
“Why?” He asked simply, looking genuinely confused.
“I don't take any joy in reminding you, but I did try to steal from you like, twelve hours ago.”
“So? You're here now. It's not like you woke up, grabbed my jewels and ran for it.” He said, smiling, putting extra emphasis on jewels and wiggling his eyebrows at you. “Here, try this.”
He held a chocolate croissant up to your face, beckoning you to take a bite.
“Baekhyun, you really didn't need to get me anything I'm okay-”
“Just try it. I know the guy who makes these, they're fucking incredible. Think of it like you're doing a favor for my baker friend.”
He just looked so sweet and excited for you to participate in something he liked so much, it was hard not to give in, especially when the scent of butter and chocolate was making its way into your sinuses. You leaned forward, taking a bite.
The delicate crispy exterior shattered as it touched your lips, and your mouth filled with the soft buttery pastry and creamy chocolate. You nearly moaned. You couldn't remember the last time you'd gotten the opportunity to enjoy a food so perfect.
Your hums of approval made him smile even wider, and he just watched in complete contentment as you enjoyed the croissant.
“Your friend is a fucking wizard.” You finally said once you'd devoured the thing, already a bit sad at how quickly it was gone.
When you finally met Baekhyun's eyes again, he wore a gentle, dreamy smile, and you could easily tell how his gaze ran all across your face, as if trying to memorize every feature individually. He didn't say anything as he leaned closer, until his thumb touched the corner of your lip.
He wiped away a bit of chocolate that had lingered, bringing it to his own lips, all the while keeping his eyes fixated on you.
The way you'd hummed blissfully at the taste of the pastry had been enough to send his mind spiraling into less innocent thoughts, now fixated on the view of your soft, pastry scented lips. When you ran your tongue across them, checking for any more crumbs, or leftover chocolate, he couldn't help himself.
He was on you, one hand gently cradling the back of your head and neck as his lips met yours with a surprising tenderness. After a short second of stunned surprise you kissed him back eagerly, growing breathless as his hands wandered down your body, gripping first your waist, then thighs, until he pulled away, panting with need. You were no better off, the kiss leaving your lips pink, swollen, and needing more of him.
“Sorry…” He mumbled. “It isn't exactly easy for me to keep my hands to myself around you.”
Without breaking eye contact you stood up, taking hold of his hand. “So don't.”
He let out an exhale of a laugh and shook his head before looking back up at you. A gentle tug on your hand brought you in closer. “I can't- I don't want to hurt you, you still need to re-”
“Baekhyun, please?”
You stood yourself between his spread legs, giving him your most innocent doe eyes, pressing your body against him, feeling the way his breath shook in response to the closeness. He looked wrecked. When your lips met his neck the tension in his body seemed to melt away in an instant, his hands again holding onto your waist as he brought his lips back to your own. Even in the lustful haze of it all, he still knew exactly what he was doing, pulling on your bottom lip, smirking at the knowledge that you were just as down bad as he was.
It wasn’t long until he stood, hoisting you up with him, walking up the stairs towards his bedroom with you clinging to him.
This time when he laid you down, he didn't waste even a second before parting your thighs and letting you wrap yourself around him. He knew he still needed to be careful with you, but you'd gotten plenty of sleep, and he'd never been so sure of his body and heart's desires as he was in that moment.
His hands were everywhere, hastily yanking up his own too-big clothes in a desperate search for more skin. The way he kissed you grew equally as needy, barely even stopping for air. As much as he wanted to play coy, to tease you, to leave you wanting and yearning for more, he was too far gone. He couldn’t remember the last time he'd felt this dizzy and crazed.
For you, the weight of him between your thighs was enough to make your stomach twist with a kind of need you weren't used to at all. You’d found yourself in similar positions before, but none of those men came anywhere close to this. Baekhyun fit into the space between your legs so perfectly, you were both convinced he’d been made to exist just there.
As the kisses and touches grew heavier, your clothes became less and less. When both your tops were finally discarded, the feel of his hot skin pressed to yours was electric.
His hand reached for the waistband of the sweats he’d leant you, but before moving further, he paused.
“Y/n? Baby?” His lips left a soft kiss on your cheek before pulling back to meet your gaze.
“Mmhmm?”
“You’re sure you want this?”
You nod, smiling, taking his face in your hands to bring him in for another kiss, this one sweeter than the many that came before it. You hoped it conveyed just how much you wanted him, not only now, but hopefully for a long time in the future, too, even if that seemed like a silly fantasy.
His lips made their way to your neck, kissing and biting in all the right places to make you gasp and moan for him. Soon he moved down your body, taking his time to worship the soft skin of your bare chest before eventually going further. As he took off your last remaining clothing, his lips barely lost contact with your skin, as if he needed your touch to breathe.
The second he finished undressing you, he sat back, staring, just taking in the sight before him. You looked so soft, every curve tempting him to grab and squeeze and bite and mark you as his own. He had no idea why he suddenly became so possessive, but he didn't fight it.
He made himself comfortable between your thighs, lips pulling into a smirk at the sight of your pussy, already slick and wet for him. As much as he wanted to dive in, he first wanted to appreciate you in earnest.
He loved how plush your thighs felt beneath his palms as he spread you further apart, lips latching onto the soft skin mere inches from where you needed him most.
“Please.” You whimpered, impatient, desperate, but Baekhyun just smiled and continued to leave marks on your inner thighs, sucking, biting, only encouraged by your begging for more.
At last he pulled away, looking back up at you with a smug grin before finally giving you what you wanted.
The first touch of his tongue to your clit was barely there, barely dipping between your folds to get a taste. He pressed a soft kiss, still teasing, relishing the way your hands ran through his hair, grabbing onto the strands in a feeble attempt at more contact. He gave you a little more, running his tongue up and down your clit, flicking, before sealing his mouth over your heat and diving in completely.
You were gasping, letting out whines and moans at the way he made out with your pussy. He seemed to be enjoying himself just as much, groaning in delight at the way you flooded his tongue, so wet and needy for him.
When he flattened his tongue against your clit, licking and sucking incessantly as two fingers pushed inside you, you were done for. It only took a few pumps for you to shatter apart, gushing on his fingers, squeezing them, crying out his name as your hands wound themselves even tighter into his silky hair.
The way your pussy clenched around him, tight and wet and just begging for his cock, made his eyes roll back as he lapped up the last of the wetness spilling out of you.
When he finally detached himself, wiping your juices off his chin with the back of his hand, he melted.
You looked divine. Your chest, damp with sweat and flushed deep red as your deep, heavy breaths moved it up and down. Your thighs, still spread wide, wet with your release and covered in purple marks. Your lips, swollen from biting them as you unsuccessfully held back the sounds of your pleasure. And your eyes, blown wide and glassy as you looked back up at him, silently begging for more. Everything about you was somehow beyond perfect, he felt his heart twist and clench and he knew that he wanted you, that he needed you, all of you, in every possible way.
You felt it too. It was more than just regular attraction or pleasure. This was completely unlike any sexual experience you'd ever had, and he wasn't even inside you yet. He just understood you, without even needing to ask. He knew your body like it was an extension of his own, taking you apart and putting you back together effortlessly.
When he leaned in, taking your face in his hand, your eyes locked. He was asking, making sure you still wanted more, even though that seemed silly in your desperate state. His thumb ran gently over your bottom lip, and you took the opportunity to suck it into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip of his finger in a way that made him shudder.
You nodded up at him, and that was all he needed. You let out a sharp gasp, grabbing onto his shoulder with all your strength at the first nudge of his tip between your folds. You moaned around his finger, eyes still on his, lashes fluttering, tears almost spilling over when he finally pushed inside.
He started out slow, filling you completely with every push, getting so deep and stretching you so perfectly you saw stars. When your eyes squeezed shut he took your face in his hand, pressing a kiss to your lips before demanding, “Eyes on me, angel.”
You did as he said, looking back up at him as he rolled his hips just right, every ridge and vein hitting the most sensitive spot perfectly. His thumb stayed between your lips, moaning around it helplessly as he began to pick up the pace.
The way he looked down at you, eyes so full of admiration and lust and need brought you even closer to the edge. You both knew in that moment, that there was no way this could just be a fleeting, one time thing, you needed more of each other, the connection, the electricity, that spark was too intense.
“You're taking me so well baby, so fucking perfect.”
“And all yours.” You mumbled, without a second thought.
You watched Baekhyun's eyes roll back, shoulders tensing, leaning back to fuck you at a slightly different angle that had you screaming his name.
He threw your legs over his shoulders, fully sitting up and fucking you hard into the mattress. Every time he bottomed out he felt the way your whole body shook, and he knew it wouldn't be long until you reached your peak. His eyes traveled down your body, from your tits that bounced in time with his punishing thrusts down to your swollen pussy as it swallowed his length greedily, leaving his cock wet with your arousal. He saw the slight bulge in your belly when he was sheathed fully inside you, and something in him snapped, the last of his self control being thrown to the wind.
He pressed a hand to your lower belly, fucking you deeper, harder, and all at once, you came apart, mind splintering, gasping his name as you came on his length. He kept fucking you through it, groaning at the way your cunt fluttered and squeezed and somehow got even wetter, even more perfect.
He slowed down when he saw the tears spill over, not wanting to overwhelm you. He was kissing you, whispering praises into your skin as he kept rolling his hips, slow but deep.
“Your pussy feels like fucking paradise.”
“Such a good girl, cumming on my cock, so fucking tight and wet and perfect.”
“Baekhyun..” you mumbled, mindless, completely spent, and somehow still desperate for more of him.
After a few moments of his slower, more calculated thrusts, you began to push your hips back up into him, chasing more contact. You could tell he was getting close too, feeling the way he throbbed inside you, no longer keeping up a steady rhythm.
Before you could even react to his movements he rolled his body to have you on top, straddling him as you sat in his lap with him still deep inside.
“Ride me.” He said, and you planted both hands on his chest, sliding him out of you, only leaving the tip just barely inside before sinking all the way down, letting your body weight push him into you even deeper than before. When you started bouncing, impaling yourself on his cock over and over he reached out for you, grabbing at your hips and chest, kneading the soft skin. He sat up, sucking one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting and driving you even closer to the edge of insanity, for the third time that morning.
He left even more marks, your bouncing tits now bruised just like your thighs, the sight of his marks on you blooming something needy and possessive inside him. He rolled you onto your back once more, folding you in half, his thumb going down to your clit to push you even closer, now that he was so close to falling himself.
“With me, baby, cum with me.” Your eyes met his and you nodded, the knot in your stomach pulling tighter and tighter, until it was crashing over you once more.
“Say my name baby, tell me who makes you feel this fucking good.”
“You, Baekhyun, fuck.”
This orgasm was somehow even stronger than the last two, washing over you in wave after wave, prolonged by his last few thrusts, pushing as deep as he could get before filling you with his release.
He shook, overtaken by how tightly you squeezed him as he came, nearly delirious at the intensity of it all. You were no better off as he took in the sight of you, writhing, arching, at the overstimulation. Your cheeks were a deep red and wet with tears, lips quivering and chest heaving, the thin layer of sweat sticking to your skin making you positively glow in the morning light.
He collapsed on top of you, lips pressing themselves to your neck, worshipping you in his post orgasmic haze.
“Stay.” He found himself mumbling, “Please stay.”
You just nodded, and you both knew, this was only the beginning.
Warnings: violence, blood (duh), alcohol consumption, smut 18+ only MDNI
WC: 5.4k
Masterlist
Within a few weeks you’d mastered sipping the blood from a wine glass, and Baekhyun decided you were ready for the next step. He drove you out to a trail, where you and him would hike for a few hours. He told you that there would be other people, but not many, and very few of them would get close.
When you reached the trailhead there were a couple other cars, and the second you were out of the car he insisted on keeping your hand in his.
“In case you start to lose control, I’ll make sure you don’t hurt anyone.”
You didn’t mind at all, happily lacing your fingers through his own, and making your way down the trail.
He looked especially good that day, in just a fitted black t-shirt and simple black shorts.
Huge trees surrounded you both, moss covering the scenery in a lush green blanket. It was beautiful without a doubt, but the smells were definitely a distraction, your throat becoming dry, the thirst growing stronger and stronger, even though you hadn’t seen anyone yet. Baekhyun kept giving you water to try and make it a bit more tolerable, but it was still extremely uncomfortable.
It grew to be too much when you heard the footsteps of a jogger from a few hundred meters behind you. You froze, squeezing Baekhyun’s hand with all the inhuman strength you had. You couldn’t speak, the burning pain in your throat becoming unbearable. The sound of footsteps continued getting closer, and he stayed standing with you, whispering in your ear to reassure you, “It’ll be okay, they’re almost passed us.”
Squeezing your eyes shut, you nodded, taking every ounce of self control to stay put. It wasn’t just the smell anymore either, you could sense the way the blood rushed through their veins, heart pumping rapidly, the temptation taking over every nerve in your body. The relief you knew you’d feel as soon as you sunk your teeth into them overpowered any rational thought or self control. When the jogger passed, a wave of their scent hit you, and you lunged.
You yanked on Baekhyun’s hand, trying to free yourself, but he was stronger. He pulled you back, his other arm wrapping around your waist, your back flush to his body as he held you firmly against himself.
“You’re okay, I got you. I got you. You’re not gonna hurt anyone.”
His lips were almost touching your neck, adrenaline completely consuming you, panting heavily as he continued to hold you in place.
It took a minute for the jogger to get far enough away for you to snap out of it, but eventually you did, and soon it was the way Baekhyun pressed you against himself that took over your senses.
He was still talking, his soft voice in your ear sending shock waves through you. “I’ve got you, everything’s alright,” he said, and you quivered in his arms.
You’d never been that close before, the proximity nothing short of intoxicating. His body behind you was firm, anchoring you with the arm wrapped around your waist, your ass inevitably pressed to his groin. Within seconds you were imagining how it would feel, the divine relief you’d finally get if he bent you over and took you right there in the woods.
Something between a whine and a moan escaped your lips, and at last Baekhyun let go of you, though he still held onto your hand.
You felt his eyes on you as you stared at the ground, nearly delirious, head spinning, completely overwhelmed.
“Let’s get back to the car.” He eventually said, tugging you back up the trail, and you didn’t respond, just let him pull you along. You couldn’t think, let alone talk, it was all just too much.
On the drive back to his house the tears started coming, shame and embarrassment washing over you. He never let go of your hand, understanding how you must’ve felt, remembering his own past, and how difficult it could be.
For the first time, you felt like a monster. Not having control of yourself was terrifying. The fact that Baekhyun had seen you lose control, and had to be the one who held you back made it even worse.
Back at his house you just cried and cried, curled up on the couch with your head on his lap as he stroked your hair. The way you’d reacted to the jogger had been a reality check, in a way. You hadn’t even considered that you could lose control, and potentially hurt or kill someone, even someone you loved. The blood bags had been difficult enough to resist, and living people were so much more tempting. You’d gone blind to anything and everything else in that moment, and that loss of control wasn’t something you could cope with.
He reassured you that everything was alright, that he would never let anything happen, it had just been bad luck, and you'd try again another day. Still, he knew there was only so much his words could do to help, and the fear and guilt you felt simply needed time.
Before the change, you’d always had a fairly strong sense of discipline. Impulse control was never much of a struggle. But now, with the way you reacted to the jogger, and to him, you felt your own lack of humanity for the first time. There was another part of you now, a part that consumed the previously poised, controlled, version of yourself. The need for blood, and for his touch, intertwined themselves into something that made it difficult to recognize who you used to be.
It was more than just the loss of control over your thirst that scared you. You were losing control around him, the way your body reacted to his touch frightening you almost as much. You were like an animal, fueled entirely by hunger and sex. You lived with him, and had to constantly fight off the urge to throw yourself at him, every small touch igniting a fire within you. The memory of his chest flush to your back, his lips on the shell of your ear, it made you dizzy. But he’d never done anything to show that he might desire you the same way.
When you were satiated, that is to say, you’d just drank, and there was some physical contact with him, it was okay. You’d still want more, but thinking clearly wasn’t a problem. You could exist in a state that, to some degree, was starting to feel normal. Anytime those desires were tested, however, it loosened the strings of your sanity.
As you continued to grapple with the events of the day, the tears kept coming, and Baekhyun stayed there with you, keeping you close. He knew the contact would help your mood.
Later that evening, something occurred to you, and you asked him, “Baekhyun, can vampires get drunk?”
“Yeah, although I hardly drink.”
“Do you think you could get us some wine?.”
He figured it was the least he could do, so he went out to get a few bottles, and soon you were settled on the couch with him, both having a glass. You shared a bottle, and by the time it was empty, you and him both felt more relaxed. The alcohol numbed some of your pain and guilt, which came as a welcome relief.
What you weren't numb to at all, and probably never would be, no matter how much you drank, was his effect on you. He was just sitting there next to you, wine glass in hand, gazing out into the distance, but in your eyes he was completely breathtaking. His profile looked like it had been carefully handcrafted to your tastes, features all in perfect balance with one another. Beautiful didn't feel like a good enough word to describe him, he was gorgeous, and even that didn't do him justice.
You detached yourself from him, trying to take your mind off of him, but it was useless. His hand on his wine glass tore your mind back into those familiar, torturous thoughts you’d become so plagued by. Mental images of that same hand on your skin burned themselves into your mind, and you shuddered. Those perfect fingers, and all they could do, the relief they could bring you, the way they curled around the stem of the glass clouding your mind.
It was shameful sitting right next to him, fantasizing uncontrollably about his fingers inside you, but that had become your reality. For weeks you’d been fighting it, but it only got worse. It was an obsession, and your attempts at getting more contact, even if seemingly innocent, a compulsion.
You scooted closer again, closer than before, leaning into him, feeling some of the tension ease up as you wrapped your hands around one of his strong arms.
He moved away. Now that you’d both been drinking, getting so close felt too risky.
It tore at his heart, the way you whined and pouted at his rejection, settling into the opposite end of the couch, curling up with your knees to your chest. The expression on your face was easy to read, you were upset, but there was real physical discomfort there too.
“Sorry, it’s annoying, I know.” You mumbled, slurring slightly, the wine loosening your lips.
“What?’
“You heard me.” You said softly, “I know you know how much I like you but you always ignore it.”
Your chin rested on your knee, the hurt on your face making him frown too. He didn’t miss the way your lip quivered, afraid that you’d start crying again, but you just stayed like that, doing everything you could to avoid his eyes.
“Y/n, look at me.”
You shook your head, staring at the rug on the floor.
The feel of his cold hand on your face made you jump, and he brought your eyes back up to his own, holding you in place.
“You have no idea what you're talking about.”
With that you recoiled, slapping his hand away.
A long sigh left him, and finally, he said, “I’m sorry. There's some things I've been keeping from you, that I think you should know.”
You looked back at him, and his hand slipped into your own, resting them atop his thigh.
“First off, you’re not annoying, not at all. And I do know how you feel about me, you’re right about that, but you only feel that way because of the situation I put you in. When someone gets changed, part of their prey drive, what gets them to hunt, is craving physical touch. When someone gets changed, and then the person who changed them looks after them, they still have those same urges, but on top of that, it bonds them emotionally, so it all gets directed towards that person. I knew about all of that in theory before I changed you, but I didn’t realize how bad it would get. I just wanted to help. I’m so sorry.”
You sank into yourself even further, grateful that you weren’t able to blush, and didn’t have a heartbeat. It was embarrassing, if not downright humiliating, that he’d known exactly how turned on you were by him this whole time. Still, something else stood out even more.
“What do you mean, it ‘bonds them emotionally’?”
Baekhyun knew that he couldn’t add on more lies now, as much as that might’ve simplified things for him, and in his mind, protected you. He had to be honest.
“It creates a certain kind of bond, makes them care deeply for each other, want to be close to one another, touch one another, they’ll feel a strong attraction that’s impossible to break once it's there.”
“So that means… You feel it too then? Right?” You asked, cautious, scared of the outright rejection you’d been so fearful of but equally terrified of the implications if he agreed.
Baekhyun just looked back at you sympathetically, wanting to find some way to stall or change the subject, but he knew that was no longer an option. Eventually, he nodded.
You saw red. A confusing mix of lust and anger drove you to the brink of madness, all within a couple seconds. All you did was stare back at him in shock and disbelief.
“But then.. Why?” You asked in a pathetic little whisper, though your voice soon found its strength again. “These last weeks I’ve felt like I was completely out of my mind because all I can think about is you, your hands, your lips, your fucking arms and shoulders and thighs, I’ve never wanted to touch someone nearly as badly as I want you, and you knew? All along? And you genuinely want this too but still won’t let it happen?”
He tried to move closer but you recoiled completely, yanking your hand from where he held it to avoid even the slightest touch. You couldn’t look at him.
“Do not touch me- not now.”
“You have to understand, I’m doing this to protect you.”
Hot, angry tears streamed down your face. “To protect me?! Protect me from what exactly? You are torturing me, you know you are.”
“Y/n, sweetheart, please don’t cry, I’m sorry, I just can’t touch you when I know you only feel like this because I changed you. I can’t take advantage of you like that, it wouldn’t be right.”
When you finally did look back at him, your stomach lurched. Even through your anger, the fact that you now knew he’d had similar thoughts about you, drove you close to insanity. He ran a hand through his hair, parting it messily, the way his forearm flexed pulling you in the same way it always did. It surged through you, the need, the desperation. He was gorgeous as ever, so completely irresistibly alluring, and yet still cruelly out of reach.
“If you know how bad I want this too, why wouldn’t it be right?”
This time when he reached out to touch you, you didn’t flinch, you leaned into him, letting his hand snake its way from your jaw to the nape of your neck. He kept your eyes glued to his own, though you weren’t capable of looking away, even if you’d wanted to.
Red eyes darted all over your face, and you saw the unmistakable tension behind them, mirroring your own. He was so close now, it wouldn’t take much for him to kiss you.
His eyes squeezed shut, forehead coming to rest against your own. The closeness was so much, leaving you in a dreamlike state as he held himself back.
“I’ve killed people, you know I have. I’m not a good person. Whatever you feel for me, it isn’t real, at least not beyond the surface. I can’t take advantage of that.”
“That’s bullshit.” You eventually said, forcing the words out. “That was centuries ago, and you saved my life, you’re a doctor, you save people’s lives every day, I know you’re not some murderous monster.”
You watched him swallow, jaw clenching in response to your pleas. You were certain that if you could just kiss him, feel his skin under your palms, feel his hands on your body, all your anguish would instantly be cured. The deprivation swept over you so completely, another broken sob choked you as it forced its way out.
“I can’t keep living like this,” You cried, “I can’t stay in this house with you, knowing you want me the same way, and still hold myself back. I’m losing my mind. Please.”
One hand took hold of his shoulder, pushing his body even closer, as you nestled your face into his neck. “Please, Baekhyun, I’ll do anything.”
Despite his body being cold, feeling more like marble than flesh, the sensation still pushed you even further into the blinding need.
His exhale was shaky, and he didn’t try to push you away. You whispered another “Please,” your lips lightly brushing his neck, and shivers ran down his spine.
The last couple weeks flashed before his eyes, every little touch, every lingering glance. The tension had already been mounting, but in that moment, it became entirely too much, even for him. He inhaled, his finely tuned senses easily picking up on the waves of desire emanating from your desperate form.
The wine glass was long abandoned on the coffee table, and he slowly let his hand travel from your nape down your back, applying pressure, just a little, to bring you closer.
With that simple touch he coaxed a moan from your lips, breathy and surprised at the contact. It sounded divine, so needy, and all for him. You sounded gorgeous, and his resolve was beginning to slip away. He, too, craved so much more.
His other hand took hold of your thigh, groaning at the softness of your skin, basking in the sensitive sounds that he was so easily able to pull from you.
“This is wrong.” He whispered, but did nothing to break away. Your hand on his back grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt, refusing to let him go.
“More wrong than letting me suffer? Than letting me stay here, wishing all day and all night that you would touch me, wanting you so badly it fucking hurts?”
“It's really that bad?” He ran a hand through your hair, letting his touch travel further up your leg. When your eyes met his again, he saw it clearly, how painful this was for you.
Tears stained your cheeks, and you nodded weakly, “It’s like the thirst, like I'm starving and there’s a cup of fresh blood always right in front of me, but every time I reach out, it moves, just out of reach. I can’t take it anymore, not now.”
You sounded so broken, so desperate. Admitting it to himself wasn’t easy, but he began to enjoy the neediness, you begging for him, your teary eyes insisting that his touch was your only possible salvation.
He felt your hand tighten its grip on his shirt, sounding pained as you whined for more, now that he was so close.
“Y/n?” He whispered.
Glassy eyes bore into his own, red and hungry. His hand inched further up your thigh, and you trembled as you realized that this time, he wasn't stopping. His fingers traced a gentle path, caressing the soft skin of your inner thigh, until he reached the hem of your shorts.
“Is this really what you want, baby?” He whispered, his breath hot on your lips.
“Yes, fuck, please, I need it so bad, so fucking bad.”
When he finally kissed you, the rest of the world seemed to fall away. It was like that first ever taste of blood, a sort of frenzy igniting within you both. The relief was impossible to describe. A month's worth of tension, tension so thick and unbearable that it hurt, was gone in an instant, replaced with pure blinding pleasure.
Baekhyun, who'd held himself back so effectively thus far, completely lost any sense of control he'd once possessed. Within seconds he had you pinned beneath him on the couch, his lips fervent as they pressed against your own. Your moans made it easy for him to deepen the kiss, letting him taste you as his hands pushed themselves under your shirt.
He’d known that he felt it too, the attachment, the attraction, but now that he was finally really touching you it became clear just how much he’d also been holding back. The sense of relief that came with kissing and touching you was like getting a taste of fresh blood after weeks of thirst. He had to imagine that for you, it was even more amplified, and he loved knowing that.
It was one of the reasons he’d been so hesitant, he knew that he would have the upper hand, and he liked that. He liked being in control, seeing you so desperate for him was enchanting. There was still a part of him that wondered how ethical this really was, but you begged for him so well, that didn’t matter anymore.
The next several moments passed in a blur of torn clothing as you both hastily undressed each other, too impatient to bother with keeping the garments in tact. The second you were fully bare, spread out beneath him, Baekhyun fought the smile that tugged at his lips. You looked so fucking decadent, he almost couldn’t believe his luck, or how he’d ever denied himself when’d you'd been right there this whole time.
His lips on your neck were hot, sucking the skin just below your ear past his lips. “What do you want, baby? Hmm? What is it you need me to do so badly? I want to hear you say it.”
“Anything,” You gasp, having to force the word out between whimpers. “Anything you want, just touch me, fuck me, use me, make me yours, make me come, fuck, please. I’ll be so good for you, do whatever you want, as long as you touch me.”
He gazed back into your desperate eyes, pupils blown wide, glassy with need. Fuck you looked so perfect like this, he thought.
“As you wish, my love.”
Those two fingers that had looked so alluring holding onto his wine glass, now entered you in one smooth motion. You cried out, and he silenced you with a rough, messy kiss. His fingers found your sweet spot within just seconds, bringing you closer and closer to your first orgasm of the night with unprecedented speed.
You could both hear it, the wet sounds your pussy made as his now soaked fingers pushed into you again and again, until you nearly screamed at the blinding force of your orgasm. He pulled it from you so easily, he wondered what more he could do to you, how little it would take to unravel you completely.
Baekhyun was obsessed with the way you gushed on his fingers, coating them in a thick white cream that he savored the flavor of, sucking it off of his own fingers lewdly before pushing his tongue past your lips, giving you a taste.
You could hardly register his actions, once your high hit you. It was stronger than anything you’d ever felt before, your heightened senses making the entire experience so much more intense. It would be generous to say you were conscious, by then your reality felt more like a dream than anything else.
He only gave you seconds to recover, immediately kissing down your body in his quest to get an even better taste of you. He just knew he needed more, needed to drink you in, feel you and taste you as you lost yourself to his tongue and lips.
And so he did, burying his face in your pussy, eating you out like it was his life's mission, like his 250+ years had all been leading up to that moment. He was obsessed, relishing your taste, the sounds of your moans, and the trembling of your thighs. You were already overstimulated, stupified by the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure. It wasn’t long at all until the flicking of his tongue and suction of his lips sent you flying into another mind shattering orgasm. This time he was almost as loud as you, lapping up every drop of moisture that leaked out of you as he moaned with delight.
It wasn’t until you were shaking, twitching, and begging for a break that he pulled away. The way he looked down at you, completely spent and ruined, because of him, was so fucking smug. Even though you couldn’t blush, or sweat, or even feel the need to breathe, you still looked freshly fucked in the best way. Your disheveled hair and swollen lips were all the proof he needed, though he knew they wouldn’t last long.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise to you, that not needing to sleep, meant never really getting tired, either. Even now, after two orgasms so intense you could barely remember your own name, you still had energy, still wanted more, much more.
His thumb traced your upper lip as he kept his eyes on you, the lust swimming heavily in your eyes. When he pushed the pad of the finger past your lips, you sucked on it gratefully, swirling your tongue around the tip of it.
“My greedy little slut.” He smirked, and you smiled back in confirmation.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” You asked, fluttering your eyelashes at him, trying not to sound too desperate.
“Is that what you want, little one?”
You nodded, biting your lip, “Want it so fucking bad.”
“You know, it's different, for us, because of what we are… I don’t ever have to stop, or rest. Once we start…” You squealed at the sudden pressure of his cock, hard and heavy, against your clit. “I might not be able to stop.”
“Don't care, don't want you to stop.”
He moved his hips, just slightly, just enough to tease your clit with his tip, again, and again.
You whine, and writhe beneath him, your hands grabbing wildly at his bare torso, trying to bring him closer.
When he gets up off the couch completely, you stifle a sob. But your disappointment doesn’t last long, when he offers you a hand, and swiftly pulls you up off the couch and throws you over his shoulder. In seconds you’re on the other side of the house, in the one room with a bed, where you are laid down while Baekhyun rummages through some drawers.
Without a word he moved you to lay on your stomach, and tied your hands behind your back with a silk necktie. He flipped you back over, and smiled at the way you struggled against the restraints, your hands now pinned behind your back.
His lips pressed wet kissed to your neck before hovering over your ear, “You still want me to fuck you, even if you cum so much you can’t take it anymore, and I still won’t stop?”
“I can always take more of you.”
He grinned, “We’ll see.”
And then, he was pushing inside. There was no warning, though he knew you didn’t need one, he knew you were ready. Instinctually you fought against your restraints, wanting to reach out and touch him, but the fabric didn’t give the way you hoped it would. The feeling of him finally buried inside you was divine. He fit you perfectly, like you knew he would, and when he started to move, he hit every sensitive spot like he’d been made for it.
He picked up the speed, sitting up and putting your legs up on his shoulders as he pounded into you mercilessly, chasing his own high. You loved every second of it, loved the roughness, the way he used you, tied up and helpless as he fucked you to his hearts content. You loved being his fucktoy, his helpless little doll that he got to use as he pleased, and still you knew you could take so much more, wanted so much more.
He slapped one of your breasts as it bounced in time with his thrusts, bringing you back to the present moment from where you’d drifted off for a second.
“What is it? Hmm? You already going soft in the head, is my cock too much for you?”
You shook your head, though he could easily see how intense this already was for you.
“Yeah? You think you can take even more?”
You nodded, and he took that as a personal challenge. Without giving you as much as a second to react, he was flipping you over onto your stomach. Your hands remained bound behind your back, where Baekhyun now held tightly onto your wrists, pushing you further into the mattress, making you arch, pushing your ass up and onto him harder. As he sank back inside you, the fullness was astounding. This angle somehow let you feel him even deeper, made him hit that special spot right on, and with force.
Baekhyun got lost in it. The image of your tense, arched, back, and your swollen pussy lips as they greedily welcomed his cock again and again, sent him rapidly towards his peak. Every time he bottomed out you’d let out a gasp, or a whimpered moan, sounds that sent shivers down his spine. And the way you squeezed him... Your previous orgasms left you sensitive, pulsing around him uncontrollably. The harder he fucked you, the more you moaned, arched, and squeezed around him, and it drove him fucking insane, until he was releasing his first load, feeling the heat flooding inside you.
The warmth and fullness, combined with Baekhyun’s whispered praises, brought you right back to the edge. When one hand reached around you, playing with your clit as he sucked a bruise onto the back of your neck, you were also gone.
He stayed inside, hips flush to yours, basking in the way your pussy fluttered around him, body twitching with persistent aftershocks. For a while he didn't move, just enjoyed how your spent form still surrounded him, hot and wet and soaked in his cum.
The helpless way you writhed around and tremors of your sobs pulled him back to reality, and he turned you back around, getting a good look at your tearstained face, pupils still blown wide with want.
‘I want to touch you, fuck, please, let me touch you.” You begged, desperately fighting your restraints.
He just smirked down at you, watching as you choked on another sob.
“Can you say ‘Baekhyun, please?’ hmm? I want to hear you say it.”
His lips peppered soft kisses along your collarbone, and you finally got the words out, forced and breathless between pathetic moans and whimpers.
“Baekhyun, please.”
His teeth met your earlobe, giving it a tug, whispering “Good girl” in your ear before he finally untied your wrists.
This time as he fucked you, you held onto him, nails digging into his back, legs wrapped tightly around his waist, keeping him as close as possible. Each roll of his hips went unbelievably deep, feeling the way he hit your cervix with each press of his hips to your own.
It didn't seem to matter that Baekhyun had never touched you before that night, he just knew. Knew how to angle his hips, where to kiss your neck, what to whisper in your ear to make you shatter into a million pieces at his leisure, over and over again.
You soon came to realize that being fucked by him was like eating at a five star buffet, and never getting full. Even after more orgasms than either of you could count, there was still no end in sight, not even for a short break. The pleasure only seemed to compound on itself, every orgasm even better than the last.
He blamed you when he was almost late to work, still unwilling to tear himself away from your touch. You were almost convinced that you wouldn't even need blood anymore, as long as you had him to distract you from the thirst.
His touch had been everything you needed and so much more. You'd known how desperate you were for him, had felt the relentless pressure of your arousal for weeks. Even then, you were shocked at the clarity you were now able to move with. While he was at work you actually got a good amount of writing done, something you hadn't managed to accomplish since your arrival there.
When he returned later that day you easily fell back into each other's arms, and eventually, his bed. The second night with him was slower, taking your time to enjoy and explore one another properly, unrushed. Savor it. After all, you had an eternity left to spend with him.
Now that you had him, and he had you, the world felt like it could finally turn again. The heavy fog of your previous need cleared into something beautiful and radiant. He'd given you a second chance, but more than that, he'd given you a new life completely, one that you knew would never be lost to grief or pain, because you had him. Forever.
